Satisfied I am
I realized that I have been satisfied for some time now. Satisfied with people around me. Satisfied with what I do and what happens to me. In a way it's only acceptance. But whichever way, I do feel satisfied. I hardly feel deprived, hardly long for things.
But as I pause my life and look around me, I see the world moving. A world unsatisfied. Unsatisfied of the people in it and unsatisfied of what has happened.
The smile stretched out on my lips began to fade.
Satisfaction is a feeling shared mutually. It entwines everyone related to a person or a situation. Until everyone is satisfied, no one will get the chance to be satisfied themselves.
I'm here, staring at the world passing me by; happy faces,the frowns, the emotionless,the beaten. If I alone become satisfied, I will be thrown out. Will be pushed out. And when in time I realize, the world will have moved on, leaving me to devour on my satisfaction until there is none left.
And there will come a time that I start running again. To gather what I haven't and to be satisfied again.
How wrong have I been all this time...