I was told this today by a man I work with. I was asking him if a child abuse report should be made on one of the families I saw today. In my description of the what was going on I kept saying "it's so sad"
"it's just so sad"
I kept saying it because I wanted to hear out loud what I was feeling, I kept saying it because words can not express those feelings but I wanted to keep trying.
"You live in two different worlds"
Not everyone grows up like we did.
Was all he had to say to shut me up.
I leave sometimes, and drive the entire 45 minutes home in silence because I feel that no words are worth uttering after all that I saw that day. No words could do justice to the injustices and no thoughts would make things "right."
Not until I get off the off ramp or until a friend calls, do I snap back into reality
My reality that is.
I live in two worlds, how do I mesh the two?
I want to go to a $300 concert in the park
He is scared to walk to the park
I am going to Europe
They haven't been to the other side of the city
I am sick so my mom drives 2 hours in traffic and 2 hours back to bring me home
Their mom lives down the street and stops by once a week, if their lucky
I knew that this year would change me but I wasn't sure how much.
I can't complain without seeing their faces and realizing how little I have to complain about
I look at my parents in a whole new light
I strive to grasp every opportunity at hand
I try to live thankfully because actions speak far greater than words
I travel from world to world but when I leave one, I never truly leave.
In each world I am very aware of the other
Out in the field I am very aware of where I come from and what I will go home to
At home I am very aware of all I have seen and experienced in the field
I hope I live my life reflecting that, both worlds
There is a lot to learn from each
