Sunday, August 19, 2007

saving people

Well, if you're a certain kind of person, then you'll know what I mean.

They come up to you like you can help them, and it's their trust that makes you real.

You're a bit of a chameleon; you become whatever they need at that moment in time.
And they thank you and look up at you with eyes that shine
and you feel like you've just won the lottery.

But then there are the times
where you can't help
and it's not up to you

and you try every which way, however you can,
you're sweet or angry, alternatively, in the hope
that one method will get through.

And that's when you realize the most important thing;
it's not up to you. you can't always change it.
and you hate that a lot more than you've ever hated

anything before.

so how do you give up on saving people?
how do you let the last grain of sand slip away?
you can tell yourself you're arrogant till you're blue in the face
won't matter; time tells it differently

you know that at least in part, this is why you're here.

and sometimes you dream of being rescued yourself;
no need to save anyone anymore,
because someone's busy saving you.

wouldn't that be nice for a change?

but it'll never happen,
because we've all got our roles.
and this one's mine.

so that's when I remember what he said
about bearing other people's crosses
and how sometimes, even though we want them
and would like to help others with them,
we can't.

because they don't belong to us.

well, I want, more than anything,
to take his pain away from him
and carry his cross.

but here's the thing about saving people:
you don't want to change them
you want them to want
to change themselves.

5 comments:

  1. Did you make this up yourself? Is this how you feel? Because this is exactly how I feel, year in, year out.

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  2. "but here's the thing about saving people:
    you don't want to change them
    you want them to want
    to change themselves."


    So very, very true. And usually, that's the only thing that truly will save them, in the end.

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  3. wow. beautiful.

    somehow the story/movie a river runs through it drove home this kind of point for me.

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  5. song - childhood dreams, by nelly furtado:

    I cant's believe you need me
    I never thought I would be needed for anything
    I can't believe my shoulder would carry such important weight
    As your head and your tears
    I can't believe you chose me, in all my fragility, me
    It hurts so much when I love you, it makes me cry
    Every time

    You, you are, oh you are
    The little boy made for mi in the stars
    In the star, that's why I can't let you go
    The little boy made for mi in the stars
    That's why I love you more the further I go
    And before this existence you were always there
    Waiting for me
    You are, you are the realest thing I know
    Hands down
    The realest thing I know

    I am not used to being carried
    Or being able to carry a pretty song
    I have been bruised by my many trails
    Sometimes my skin's so thick it's frail
    I just need to be ignored 'til I wake up to the beauty that is yours
    And it all comes to life so suddenly
    This is a place so deep, the water's so deep I hesitate, cause

    All the energy it takes to feel this power
    I tend to run, I tend to hide, I tend to scream 'til I find you and I know I got you
    I know, I know, I know

    You're the little boy made for me in the stars
    In the stars, that's why I can't let you go
    The little boy made for me in the stars
    That's why I love you more the further I go
    And before this existence you were always here
    Inside of me
    You are, you are the realest thing I know
    Hands down...the realest thing I know

    I'm sliding on the rainbows of my childhood dreams
    I'm sliding on the rainbows of my childhood dreams

    When you carry me, when you carry me, when you carry me
    It's so happy

    I'm sliding on the rainbows of my childhood dreams
    I'm sliding on the rainbows of my childhood dreams

    August 22, 2007 4:45 PM
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