What is the value of my dream, if all my dreams are sacrificed for yours?
What is the value of my sacrifice, if all my sacrifice is never acknowledged?
What is the value of my sweat, if my sweat is always and only for your joy?
What is the purpose of my joy, if clarity is never an option?
What is the point of clarity, if everything is all about what you want and not what we want?
What is the value of we, if the one voice is actually one person and not two people speaking as a unit?
What is the point of secrecy?
What do you gain?
What do you lose by being vulnerable?
What if I wasn’t there? Would your life be any better?
What is the point in being picture perfect but living in pain & regrets daily?
What is the value of my dreams when your dreams have been defined as our dreams by default?
What is the point in asking when it is already known how you will take it?
What is the point of helping others but ignoring your own?
Silence. Loathing. Belittling. Ignoring & lastly walking away only to come back & change the topic as though it doesn’t matter to anyone else when it doesn’t matter to you.
Maybe Joseph asked all these questions when his brothers were about to sell him off? Or was it David when he had to seek refuge among the Philistines whom he had crushed earlier just to run away from Saul’s blood thirsty pride? Or was it another character in the bible? Or is it you?
What if it doesn’t end here?
What if more is to come?
What if more is harder?
What if more is better?
What if more is unknown?
What if I’m unwilling unless something changes before I snap?
What if this is my lot?
What if this is not my lot?
Whatever may be, though has taught me to day ” It is well with my soul”.