Passing Through

Like a wind, you feel and hear me, but do not know me.

I am generic. I am who you are.

I am excited for you. I laugh with you and about you. I cry with you and for you.

I live vicariously in your many adventures and I am fulfilled by your victories. I stand up with you in moments of defeat, I gain power through the tears you shed.

I gain my knowledge through your wisdom.
I am foolish when we need to have fun.

I listen. I see you. The noise is to affirm you.

My passage in life is through the many different faces and stories and lives I encounter.

I do not know if I matter. Passion is relative to me. Success is irrelevant. And Perfection is through total giving. In the end I am just passing through.