At the end of the day, when it comes down to it, all we really want is to be close to somebody.
So this thing where we all keep our distance and pretend not to care about each other, it's usually a load of bull.
So we pick and choose who we want to remain close to, and once we've chosen those people, we tend to stick close by. No matter how much we hurt them.
The people that are still with you at the end of the day, those are the ones worth keeping.
And sure, sometimes close can be too close. But sometimes, that invasion of personal space, it can be exactly what you need.
At the end of the day… be close to somebody
One need would usually dominate the atmosphere of the setting of the sun… that is having someone to watch it over with, and having an exact physical nature on the side to empathize to whatever feeling such sunset would try to convey. This is, however, one of the realities that most would rather ignore, would rather not accept, and would rather not face. Such a need is something innermost, and some, if not most, would rather have it kept. It is a sign of weakness, of frailty, and of pitiful dependence.
Despite that invincible defense, the inside where the real force comes from remains unguarded. To be with someone, for whatever purpose—for a temporary euphoric experience, comfort or lifetime settlement—is a necessity that most are not able to recognize.
If it is a destructive device, then it would be very easy for it to kill us. If it is HIV, then we are all infected, and destined to wait for death. If our body is an empire, then that need is the “weakness from within” that will destroy us, and not the “outside forces” that is visible in the physical world.
We all keep our distance; pretend not to care… a load of bull
It can be as disturbing as a fast-approaching deadline, a stagnant concept for a masterpiece or a mother who doesn’t talk to you despite being under her financial mercy.
It is when you say, “We need to talk.” He walks. You said “Sit down; it’s just a talk…” He smiles politely back at you, and you stare politely right on through. There was some sort of window to your right as he goes left, and you stay right. And you begin to wonder why in the hell you came and still did that. It even gets to the point when you start to wonder why you came into his life, and he to yours.
We pick and choose… stick close by… no matter how much we hurt them
Yes, we do the collecting, followed by the screening, and then the selecting. Life is implicitly composed of an unending seasons of reality show, where we are the producer, the director, the writer, the cameraman, the host, and the participant, without actually having the control of everything.
We stay close to what we know, and we try to take care that everything will turn out okay and all according to our own expectations. Yes, we expect a certain result in some parts. And that makes us selfish. Consequently, it will hurt others for what we mind alone is our own want… our own likes… our own self.
People still with you at the end of the day… are… worth keeping
They are the ones who are still standing with you down to the very end of the 24/7, still filled with understanding. They are the ones who reach out, make effort, work, plan and make time for you without setting the conditions. You may have good runs with the others that you may have known for quite a time, but these people who are ready to end a day with you, supporting you and accepting you for who you are worth a space in your heart for a lifetime.
Close can be too close, but… that invasion of personal space… can be exactly what you need
It can all boil down to the need of “having someone,” and the closeness wouldn’t matter, despite the times that it can suffocate, can give pain and can almost kill. Such suffocation might be something that is longed for. That pain can be exactly what is necessary. And that death could be the death that we would rather have.
The sun sets deeper… and the physical one on the side is the best absorber of the stress and shock that reality used to bombard on us.
There would always be the hope that someone will stand so close and tell you that everything will be fine.
I hope that’s you… 10185.
