I will never know you. Or walk a mile in your shoes. I can never understand the things you have been through. And I’ll never see the the world through your eyes. I will never be able to start to understand the pain. The pain you’ve been through. I’ll never experience the hell’s you’ve seen in your life.
I will never know you. The way you see the world. I can never taste the things you’ve tasted. I can’t feel the way you do. I will never be able to feel your tears or what makes you happy. If I could, then maybe I would understand what you feel right now.
I understand all of this. And I accept it as a simple truth that I can’t control. Try as I might. The world is yours through your eyes alone. But there is one thing I can say with certainty.
You will never know me. Or walk a mile in my shoes. You can never understand the things I have been through. And you’ll never see the world through my eyes. You will never be able to start to understand the pain. The pain I’ve been through. You’ll never experience the hell’s I’ve seen in my life.
You will never know me. The way I see the world. You can never taste the things I’ve tasted. You can’t feel the way I do. You will never be able to feel my tears or what makes me happy. If you could, then maybe you would understand the way I feel right now.
We can never trade places. And maybe that’s OK. Just maybe the understanding that we will always be different is what we need.
Every person that just read that, built an image in their own mind. Never once did I mention to you race, religion, sex, sexual orientation, political belief, or anything that should have made your mind go to the place where it did. You did. I was merely a vessel. Because every person has had their own views, thoughts, and problems. And because of that, you can never understand someone else’s.
What do I see? I don’t see color. I don’t see if your gay or straight. What religion you are. I’m not interested in your political views. And I really don’t care to push any of mine on you. At the end of the day, how you love others is really all that matters to me. How you help the world through your actions not by talk, but by doing. I’m a dreamer right? But I think this was the way we were meant to be.
I don’t know you, and you don’t know me. And that was always the way it was meant to be.
Until next time
Mom