Sometimes I forget that we all have our own unique difficulties.

I get wrapped up within my personal problems and can’t comprehend why others are acting the way they are.

I become angry, withdrawn, grumpy, and maybe a bit paranoid: perhaps others are thinking ill of me, even talking about me behind my back.

I become someone I don’t like; someone a bit like the person I imagine others think I am.

It takes me a while, sometimes, to come to my senses; sometimes, it’s the kindness of others that brings me out of it.

As my soul warms, I begin to see clearer.

Are there others just like me?

Of course there are. And sometimes I’m able to help warm a soul.

Sometimes.

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