People's souls are often lost in translation.

We find the need to want to define who we are, and yet it is always preached that every single one of us is unique. We are habitual conformists, because we are afraid to be alone. Alone with who we really are, if that is even possible at that point. It is hard to strip away years of assumptions, but that doesn't mean that it is not worth it.

I think often we seek out the companionship of others, because we are unwilling to look within ourselves, because we are unexpectant of what we actually might find. We, then, become somewhat 'embodied' in this person, often leaving our own true feelings in the gutter. Focusing solely on this other being, and when they turn from us, it hurts so bad. We often demand reason for their decision, as we are still too oblivious of ourselves to even put the effort into evaluate where we truly stand. This becomes a notch in our psyche, effecting our future relationships, as well, as we then associate ourselves with not being good enough. Further cheating ourselves through subconscious sabotaging of what our souls could do so beautifully with.

And, I am not without fault. Even as I am writing this, I am living this sabotaged life.

It is the 'curse' of the observer's life. As we look and identify, and record what exactly we are seeing as means of reflection, it is not always reflected upon ourselves. Often, we are left to help others, while our own hypocrisy sits and stares blankly.

We are often main contributors to these issues, as we are then working from the inside, interior members of the workings of these beasts.

Is is often forgotten to lead by example.

Something's gotta change.