Don't Push It

This is something I've been meaning to write but I just put off because of my motivation for writing about it. Now, since I am trying to fulfill a promise, then I'll write about it. Read on.

Sometimes we get too carried away with what we feel, whatever feeling that maybe. To the point that we overreact or go overboard that instead of helping, we add insult to the injury. I know it's natural to love, to care, to worry. And one's instinct would be to show those. We ask people how they've been. We volunteer ourselves to be there always, to be a shoulder to cry on, or the listening ear. But we fail to see is that no matter how willing we are the other party isn't. That your care isn't the care that can ease them. That your love isn't the love that they want. That your shoulder isn't the shoulder they want to cry on. That your ears are not the ears they want to hear their story. This may sound so overly dramatic but it happens. This is real.

So don't push it. Don't push the loving, the caring, the worrying. Don't push your presence to their lives. It maybe hard to be pushed away by the people that we care about but we have to consider that maybe that would be easier for them. Putting us off would make their lives easier.

It could be sad and it is sad. But forcing it  can make it worse. Just give it time. Give it time until your care can ease, that your love is felt, that your shoulders they can lean on, that your ears are worthy of the stories.
Give it time until your presence matters, that you matter. If that time won't come, I guess, along the way you'll learn to just let it go.