How there is always something left over, cause no one wants to claim it?
have you often wondered why some of us wait for others to turn our lives around, and why we never really step up to the plate - for fear of hurting feelings and stepping on toes.
why are the opinions of others more important than our own opinion or ourselves.
why our happiness hangs in the balance of perhaps one person.
How often have you asked your partner - do I make you happy? Are we that insecure within our own to constantly ask that question - is it not a true that your partner would tell you if they were not content? Or ... is it that you would not tell your partner that you were not content.
I am guilty
Knowing that I would not share my inner true feelings with another, especially if that other was a very significant individual. So I ask the question that I dread to be asked.
Could it be that is why no one eats the last cookie, or the last piece of cake. Because they are afraid that someone else actually wants it more than they do?
Really? ... really? ...