Memoir of an Empath

Sad Story…Everybody has one.

 

Mine started off as so many do. From people saying what a bright ray of sunshine to how I always was willing to help. It was all so easy. To see someone even a stranger, who looked like they needed a smile. Just to sit and talk or listen.

You got to know people that way. To really know them. Not to listen about what they talked about but how they say it. What they put emphasis on, how their very being lights or dims when they speak about certain things…. Or someone.

 

It becomes more than just knowing what someone is about. You learn who they are. What they stand for, even what they will fight for.

 

And….

 

Like most people I once had hopeful dreams to live a happy life. Still helping but being happy doing it. Then you learn the sad fact that a lot just want the big easy. The shall we say shallow side of relationships. At least till they learn that relationships are suppose to have depth.  A lot find it without really knowing what it is. Most don’t however not in the full sense. How can you when you hardly know yourself, but you don’t even understand who you are. That only comes from being put in situations and learning how you react. Basically what’s important enough to you to fight for it. Gotta know yourself before you can know what others want. To few even get to that point.

 

Once you do though. Then the world opens up for you. The problem then goes to you that a lot are not self-aware even though they say they are. No concept of what it is even. Just the shallow puddles of a river, constantly moving. Not the depth of an ocean………….