Playing the Duty Game
My pleasure are the words one can hear role off their lips as they fulfill what is expected of them each day. Routine easily becomes confused for daily obligations thought to be acted out in order to be seen as giving one meaning or purpose.
What is on a plate placed in front of me. My daily meal of responsibilities cleverly dressed up as my duties to other’s as well as my self used to seem busy, disguised as ones worth to be seen as worth while or important.
Tough are the horse pills made to be sealed each day as we play our roles. Our many masked faces wear fake smiles of duty and honor in place of joy and contentment. Why does it feel as if along the way we lose our will to the idea of duty being all that we need to feel fulfilled in our lives…
Tell me to swallow my pride for you again, to give my will over to you for yet another day, hour, second. This cycle must end; another’s assessment of my worth is not my duty to provide.
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