My trains of thought to that intriguing topic,
@Deanna , immediately takes me back to thoughts of how no one ever truly noticed the turmoil I was living through at a young age enough to healthily help me through it...
...then I hop to later years when the turmoil was
much more visible through constant black eyes/busted lips/damaged property/death threats/etc. and I repeatedly reached out for help via "proper" authorities and such, only to be dismissed....
...then it hops to the many years I wholeheartedly invested blood sweat and tears in work that I loved, but was quickly cast aside when I spoke up regarding unethical happenings in efforts to help many, and after I became severely ill as a result of being made an administrative target and resigned, was very quickly forgotten by all those who vowed to be lifelong friends.
I can't help but think after repeatedly being so easily erased while I'm still very much alive by those who were supposedly the closest to me, how could I ever reckon my presence would be any more valued when I leave this existence. Things that make me go hmmmmm... Therefore, I must be the one to value my own energies every chance I get, I suppose. I've damn sure earned the right to enjoy me. Thanks for that trip on the thought train. Choo! Choo!
What's currently on my mind...after recently seeing pics someone shared from a safari trip...are zebras white with black stripes, or black with white stripes?