Replaceable.

There is no winning. There is nobody to do this for me when I can’t. So I must always be the one. When I fail, or just can’t get up that one more time, I have to get up and do it anyway. There are some days when I would love to be replaceable. Maybe I am. What if I just didn’t get up. Who would really suffer? Maybe they would suddenly realize that they could manage without me! Would I count that as a success? Would anybody thank me for all I gave? Would I rejoice in becoming obsolete?

Advertisements

About staggeringduck

Look, I'm just awesome ok?
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s