Who Am I?

Who am I?

Do I really even know?

Most people are pursuing their dreams.

But if you ask me what my dreams are,

I don't readily have an answer.

I could have told you when I was 7, or 11, and maybe 16.

But not now.

I allowed my life to be swallowed up

Making the dreams and desires of others come true.

I have no idea how or why I never thought to do it for myself also.

When you are raised in a generation that believed in putting others before self

And that servicing others is why you exist

I got lost in that.

So, while everyone else is living their dreams,

I seem to always be scanning their horizons wondering how I can be of service next.

Of service. How did that happen to me?

Living only to be of service?

People wonder why I find that so hollow.

Because....

I know everyone else but me.