You can give them more than You can afford to, and and some people will still look at you like a poor man.
Because you hold the door open, some people will mistake you for the door man.
Hold them in the highest regard, they’ll still do what want to you regardless…
give them your heart if you want, they’ll still find a way to call you heartless.
But thats just some people, and you shouldn’t lose sleep over what some people do, especially when you know, sometimes you can be “some people” too
But a hard floor to lie on
but a cold shoulder to cry on
But a glimmer of hope
But another way to cope
Nothing but another rung on a ladder made of rope
Strung along by nothing.
Nothing left to lose
Nothing left to prove
Everything is really nothing at all
It is within the same space we all reside. No matter, how much space, the universe has no outside.
Sensitive dependence, all causes are affected, karmically protected, butterfly effected, interdependent and interconnected… Those fences you build in self defence, they’re just another thing we share.
You breath out. I breath in. The same air
If you ever look at sand under a microscope, you’ll come to realize that those uniform grains we take for granted, are all all diverse and uniquely beautiful. we are constantly walking on an art gallery.