Who really cares?
Who really cares?
When I talk?
What I feel?
What I say?
Nobody not really
It is hard to stop caring about others when you have been built and designed to care for others. There is no visible off switch unless you count on others making you turn it off with words and actions that hurt. People will tend to gravitate towards those who they either want to emulate, respect and admire or those who will be able to get them a leg up in society, career or family situations. But who really cares about you and what you do? Do people hang off your every word? Do people genuinely care about how you feel? Do they listen to what you have to say? The big question in this equation is the who? Does this "who" have a name? Who are you wanting to care about you? Either people do or they don't. Either they make time to check in on you or they don't. It is up to you how you respond to their lack of concern about you.
Who wants to take the time
The time to understand
I would like
Someone to heal me with some empathy
But I can't find
(Nobody not really)
When people don't take the time to understand what is really going on with you, the most likely reason is that they are more concerned about you not being amenable to their wants and needs. If you start playing up and don't conform to what people want you to be, to make their lives easier, then chances are, people will not take the time to truly try and understand who you are and what you are about. Are you able to locate people with empathy? Where do you think you will find such people? Are you justified in needing empathy? I mean, everyone deserves some empathy or at least some understanding about why they think the way that they do, and how they have arrived at this situation. Too often when you plateau, there is nothing else there to locate, to help you get yourself out of it.
Maybe I'm invisible to the world
Does anyone in the world even think of me
As more than just a hopeless cause
Maybe the world is not my block
My stoop
My life, my dreams
My anything, my anything
The world goes on regardless of whether you are visible or not. People will either notice you for the right reasons or the wrong reasons, sometimes there might not even need to be a reason. There is no such thing as a hopeless cause unless the cause has chosen to lose all hope in itself. Have you given up? If you are not able to recognise anything familiar in your life anymore, it is because you are going through a period of transformation that has been thrust upon you due to responsibilities and just, for the simple fact, change has decided not to wait for you to figure yourself out. We are all building the planes that we are flying whilst in mid-air. Everyone needs to recognise that we actually don't own anything in this world, that in our fleeting existence while we are here, we are meant to be guardians tasked with looking after and improving what the previous generation gave us (or didn't) with the added responsibility to pass it all on, better than when we found it.
Who wants to help?
Momma but she's so tired
Papa you're not here
I'm alone in a big empty space with
(Nobody not really)
I hope that you realise that sometimes the only person who can help you - is yourself. There will be nobody else who is able to accompany you on your journey because this is your journey. You are meant to go through all of these experiences on your own so that you can see through to the end of the tunnel. Pacific Islanders talk a lot about this notion of 'va' - of space. For us, there is no such thing as a big empty space because there is always a connection in that space, the space between us and other people, the space between us and other objects. Space is not meant to be a big empty void but is the silent connector that exists between people and who they either need to be connected to or need to learn to be disconnected from. How we choose to navigate ourselves through that space, in and around, over and under is up to how we want to relate to others. Hang on, is anybody there? Is anybody reading this at all? Nobody not really. . .
Who really cares?
When I talk?
What I feel?
What I say?
Nobody not really
It is hard to stop caring about others when you have been built and designed to care for others. There is no visible off switch unless you count on others making you turn it off with words and actions that hurt. People will tend to gravitate towards those who they either want to emulate, respect and admire or those who will be able to get them a leg up in society, career or family situations. But who really cares about you and what you do? Do people hang off your every word? Do people genuinely care about how you feel? Do they listen to what you have to say? The big question in this equation is the who? Does this "who" have a name? Who are you wanting to care about you? Either people do or they don't. Either they make time to check in on you or they don't. It is up to you how you respond to their lack of concern about you.
Who wants to take the time
The time to understand
I would like
Someone to heal me with some empathy
But I can't find
(Nobody not really)
When people don't take the time to understand what is really going on with you, the most likely reason is that they are more concerned about you not being amenable to their wants and needs. If you start playing up and don't conform to what people want you to be, to make their lives easier, then chances are, people will not take the time to truly try and understand who you are and what you are about. Are you able to locate people with empathy? Where do you think you will find such people? Are you justified in needing empathy? I mean, everyone deserves some empathy or at least some understanding about why they think the way that they do, and how they have arrived at this situation. Too often when you plateau, there is nothing else there to locate, to help you get yourself out of it.
Maybe I'm invisible to the world
Does anyone in the world even think of me
As more than just a hopeless cause
Maybe the world is not my block
My stoop
My life, my dreams
My anything, my anything
The world goes on regardless of whether you are visible or not. People will either notice you for the right reasons or the wrong reasons, sometimes there might not even need to be a reason. There is no such thing as a hopeless cause unless the cause has chosen to lose all hope in itself. Have you given up? If you are not able to recognise anything familiar in your life anymore, it is because you are going through a period of transformation that has been thrust upon you due to responsibilities and just, for the simple fact, change has decided not to wait for you to figure yourself out. We are all building the planes that we are flying whilst in mid-air. Everyone needs to recognise that we actually don't own anything in this world, that in our fleeting existence while we are here, we are meant to be guardians tasked with looking after and improving what the previous generation gave us (or didn't) with the added responsibility to pass it all on, better than when we found it.
Who wants to help?
Momma but she's so tired
Papa you're not here
I'm alone in a big empty space with
(Nobody not really)
I hope that you realise that sometimes the only person who can help you - is yourself. There will be nobody else who is able to accompany you on your journey because this is your journey. You are meant to go through all of these experiences on your own so that you can see through to the end of the tunnel. Pacific Islanders talk a lot about this notion of 'va' - of space. For us, there is no such thing as a big empty space because there is always a connection in that space, the space between us and other people, the space between us and other objects. Space is not meant to be a big empty void but is the silent connector that exists between people and who they either need to be connected to or need to learn to be disconnected from. How we choose to navigate ourselves through that space, in and around, over and under is up to how we want to relate to others. Hang on, is anybody there? Is anybody reading this at all? Nobody not really. . .