Just one little person

Ya know, I do the best I can.
But sometimes I can't help but feel that it just isn't enough.

If my loved ones are hurting, and I can't even detect it... well, then, what kind of friend does that make me? Perhaps a bit too much of a hectic and impersonal one. I'll work on that... I'll stop more often for conversations.

But what if I'm aware of their unhappiness, and unable to help? Unable because of my obligations and responsibilities that monopolize my time; unable because I've exhausted my resources and ideas; unable because I'm reaching for the right plan that'll save the day, and yet can't quite conjure one up.

Getting caught up in materialism is blatantly obviously bad. But getting caught up in one's own pursuits, be it academic or entrepreneurial, is just as unforgiving. Were does the line get drawn, though, I ask, because if I don't live my life, no one will. If I don't pursue my dreams, no one will. If I don't accomplish my goals, no one will... and they'll go un-accomplished. And that's just not me.

But I also can't help but realize my obligations to my loved ones. If you really need me, call me. I'll drop everything for you... every one of you.