Some find comfort in warm hugs
In kisses, in long walks by the beach
Others in soft gazes,
Warm smiles given by a loving mother
I, for instance, have neither

I work with words
Where every inch of my body is a collection of thoughts
Each more complex than the other

Life has given me a fountain of emotions
And every day I wait for you
To come and contemplate your beauty
Because it wasn't about what you were looking at
It was what you saw

I don't find my comfort in words
Nor warm hugs or kisses
I find comfort in you.

You have to be the best
You have to be the best
You have TO BE THE BEST

Kaye told me if you repeat something something over and over, it looses its meaning
Growing up I was a very competitive kid
I was raised with this mentality that if you weren't the best
You were worth nothing
"Why did she get 100% ?"
"Why is he faster than you?"
"Does she have two brains? "
"Does he have four legs?" my father often said.
This put me in a continuous race where no matter what happened
I had to be first
No matter what happened, I had to be first
No matter how many times I kept tripping, falling on my face,
No matter how many times life kept beating me to the ground
Waiting for me to get back up only to trip me again.
The best.
We were taught to be the best when none of us knew what it felt like to be good
It was always a battle between more and too much
As a kid, I kept aiming and aiming and aiming
Without really knowing where my target was
Didn't matter. I had to be the best.
I fought with endless ways to get eyes of approval and pride
Forgetting that it is is human nature to never be satisfied.
Enough was never enough
That didn't stop me.
Everywhere I looked, people had stopped running
Whether it was in the middle or the end if the race
We all have a long way to run
However, we shouldn't be allowed to define ourselves by our destination
Because, remember, it's the journey that puts the focus on the finishing line.