Difference between passion and a job
I realized long ago I couldn't have what I wanted and hoped for. They intertwine in many cases yet still weren't tangible.
I understood that when I came into my job. I understood getting caught up into a situation could mingle the two to the point of not being able to distinguish the lines. Yet I tool upon this subject so I could help.
To know I got torn,yes, it hurt to a million pieces. Yet here I am standing taller and moving forward. Reality settles well upon me.
This kindness is how the process gets spread. Along the way I built this excellent friendship with one true character. I loved he multitudes of changes within. The twists and turns. Even the broken moments.
Yet I didn't back down when I knew it was my time to go. I stood where I needed to stand. I looked for hopes within but I never pressed.
I just understood I was there to make a completion of the what was ideal. In a cut along the road I was able to help.
Not sure where, how I did but when the final processing was completed I was not shocked by the remarks of those who never understood me.
To this minute I am joyous in the next opportunity to learn. Every step from now on is to continue to help others grow in their situations. If necessary to dive in and help them get free. Whatever the tangle necessary.
Sure many who thought the knew me thought my delirious of my conviction and furthermore deemed me insan for the actions I took.
Yet do you see me harmed? No. I am free from the restraints under a misguided light. Perhaps the whole business of helping can really turn a phrase.
Though I think the hardest part is moving on without that excellent friendship. Yet I feel good knowing I did what I could to set someone free from tyrants.
Indeed "crazy" or even unstable people may call me but hey I listened to what was required and I soared in my mission. I am grateful for that opportunity to have worked on many levels with you.
For certain it was uncanny work. Deep, emotion breakdown worthy but I tell you this, I am okay.
I am moving forward. Onward to help others, like you, that need saving. Not a saint and always a sinner. Imperfection is my pieces. And yet I am capable of so many things.
So if you want, you can lean with me. But understand my wants and hopes are two different things. Just as a passion verses a job.
You get me?
I understood that when I came into my job. I understood getting caught up into a situation could mingle the two to the point of not being able to distinguish the lines. Yet I tool upon this subject so I could help.
To know I got torn,yes, it hurt to a million pieces. Yet here I am standing taller and moving forward. Reality settles well upon me.
This kindness is how the process gets spread. Along the way I built this excellent friendship with one true character. I loved he multitudes of changes within. The twists and turns. Even the broken moments.
Yet I didn't back down when I knew it was my time to go. I stood where I needed to stand. I looked for hopes within but I never pressed.
I just understood I was there to make a completion of the what was ideal. In a cut along the road I was able to help.
Not sure where, how I did but when the final processing was completed I was not shocked by the remarks of those who never understood me.
To this minute I am joyous in the next opportunity to learn. Every step from now on is to continue to help others grow in their situations. If necessary to dive in and help them get free. Whatever the tangle necessary.
Sure many who thought the knew me thought my delirious of my conviction and furthermore deemed me insan for the actions I took.
Yet do you see me harmed? No. I am free from the restraints under a misguided light. Perhaps the whole business of helping can really turn a phrase.
Though I think the hardest part is moving on without that excellent friendship. Yet I feel good knowing I did what I could to set someone free from tyrants.
Indeed "crazy" or even unstable people may call me but hey I listened to what was required and I soared in my mission. I am grateful for that opportunity to have worked on many levels with you.
For certain it was uncanny work. Deep, emotion breakdown worthy but I tell you this, I am okay.
I am moving forward. Onward to help others, like you, that need saving. Not a saint and always a sinner. Imperfection is my pieces. And yet I am capable of so many things.
So if you want, you can lean with me. But understand my wants and hopes are two different things. Just as a passion verses a job.
You get me?
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