The Pain of Children

I am a writer

At least that is what I think causes this

But I guess it could just be this, which causes me to be the writer.

Let me explain

Just a minute ago

I was fixing some leftovers for lunch

There was a child’s toy sitting on the table

I went to set my plate down

And I envisioned that toy being knocked to the ground.

I saw the little face of the child,

I lived her pain.

I felt every miniscule bit of her pain rip through me

It was as though I saw into an alternate reality where I had actually broken the toy

It is like a piece of me gets ripped away when that happens and part of me goes forward in that other reality and lives out the rest of its existence in that world.

It takes a lot out of me when that happens

I think that maybe that is why I’m so careful

When it comes to other people’s feelings

Because I not only see the pain that I cause them

I live it.

Here is another example of this type of thing.

http://thedoogieman.com/2010/10/08/the-crack-in-the-bubble.aspx