I don’t know if you think I’ll be here forever, but you may keep taking me for granted if you’d like.
I don’t know if you think I’ll be there for you when you need me, but if you want to try to pull me back when you do, you may.
I don’t know why you keep settling, but if you think I’ll always be there to be your cheerleader, please continue to live life complacently, complain and keep wishing things will improve — even though you don’t lift a finger to set that change in motion.
I don’t know whether or not you think I’m so desperate for people in my life that I’ll accept the scraps you give me, but you can keep passing them my way, if you’d like. After a while, however, they simply may start to pile up, as my taste for them will have changed.
You can do whatever you like to me, but I may not accept it. At the end of the day, we all make choices. You will make yours, and I will make mine.
I’d like to think that someone who has a blog called “Thanky” has more patience, more compassion, more understanding, more heart and more love than what’s coming across in this particular post. I’d like to think that I’m better than much of what this post likely says about me, but all it says is that I’ve put myself second for too long — and that tells me it’s time to change.
I’d like to think that scraps will sustain me, but who am I kidding? I know they won’t. I’d like to think that there will always be some uplifing words left in me for you, but I may only have enough for me. I’d like to think that my shoulder will be there for you to cry or lean on, but you might only find my back turned towards you.
I’d like to think that I would never shut the door on someone, but we all have our limits. Time will tell a lot of things, and today I am thankful to know that the power to pull the plug on some people is in my hands, and my hands alone. Possibly harsh, but no doubt true — and it’s something we should all exercise in our own lives.