Clichés

When I see you struggling like you sometimes do, I wish I could help you. I know I can’t. I know I can only be here for you by listening to you when you feel like talking, and by occasionally giving you advice.

Still, I sometimes wish I could make breathing easier for you, I wish I could lift the weight off your shoulders. Give you a break.

I don’t pity you, because to me you seem blessed. It’s a shame though that you’re unable to see that sometimes. It’s a shame that you seem to screw with your own mind in such a way that you feel trapped with no escape, paralyzed by responsibility.

I could throw about a hundred and fifty clichés your way, about life and hurdles you have to cross , curveballs you’ll get thrown at you and decisions you’ll have to make. But I know you know them all, so you can do without.

I just wish I could help you more sometimes.

X.