Carrying Life

​If I didn’t talk about myself
Or write about myself
Or think of myself everyday
Or journal about myself
Or what I want
Or wanted
Or thought I wanted
And watched (and listened) to those around me instead
To see what they have to say, how they move, how they just…are
So much focus on ourselves/myself
I’m sick of thinking of my own wants and needs
I think now about being surrounded by people in capes representing their countries as they hoped to get a glimpse of the Pope in Portugal
Why were they there
Who were they
What were each of their stories, these young people from all over the world
There was so much humanity
I met someone the other day
At the dentist
I asked her how she was doing
She looked like a normal human with a normal life
And then she told me about the twins she is carrying
And how she is a surrogate for an Italian couple who are gay
And cannot carry their own child
They were hoping for a sibling
She has been their surrogate before
And they got two
She was feeling sick the day before
And fainted, hit her head, had to be admitted to the emergency room
This angel of a human
Carrying life for those who cannot
Who chose to share her true self with me
While I waited for a cavity to be filled on my child
And I was struck by her honesty
And the fact that she was willing to reveal so much to me
It made me feel like I want to know more about EVERYONE
How would you like to live?
What do you want from this life?
What are your truths?
What are your secrets?
What makes you yourself?
Are you curating a life you love?
What are your hurdles?
Do you love yourself?
Are you happy?
Are you happy?