lying in bed contemplating about what is the real meaning behind the act of appreciation. is it for the compliments and thank yous? is it for hoping to get something in return? selfish thoughts gobble up inside, telling me that I make more efforts for everyone else but they don't return the favor. something tells me I don't do it for love, and that I'm never sincere for my every deed. how selfish could I get? they never really made effort for ya but it's okay, like my old pops once said. "we're all humans and humans don't always care about you as how much you care about them". reality's as it is.
