“Why do you keep doing? It seems like no one notices. Has anyone told you they cared? What value is there in continuing to give in ways that may never return to you?”
And I don’t know what to say to her.
I have never…
what to say
I saw things differently as a child.
I see things differently as a mother.
I’ve been different all my life.
I’ve never focused on the “fairness” of giving without condition; of serving without thanks or feedback.
I see need and I scramble to salve it.
Because someone must.
The world is just mommy spit and kisses away from being lost.
I do not do
what I do
because I need
“But you are giving everything away and nothing is coming back,” she tells me.
I still don’t know what to say.
Is that true, I wonder?
Is nothing coming back?
Am I hurting myself?
Considering how comfortable my conscience is,
I doubt the damage would be too much.
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It is called Karma. Keep doing good.
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