Cuz I know you'll be reading

I don't laugh cuz I know you'll be watching, but sometimes I laugh cuz I want you to see.

I don't live cuz I know you'll be looking, but sometimes I try harder cuz I want you to be proud.

I don't write cuz I know you'll be reading, but sometimes I have you in mind.

Cuz I wonder what your face looks like as you read my words.

I wonder what your thoughts are as you process them.

I wonder how you feel sitting at your computer staring at the screen, at my words taking up space, spewing my message for all of CyberEarth to hear.

And I wonder what you are thinking as you click off. I hope that I leave you with food for thought.

I don't do things because of other people. I do things for myself, and let others reap the benefits.

I'll probably never know. But it is ironic to write these words, wondering what you will be thinking as you read them.

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And for your efforts, here is an article I recommend to read. It made me cry a little, experiencing the pain all over again. But here's the thing about pain: for me it is just a tiny drop in the bucket, will pass pretty quickly. But for the parents in the horrible story, the pain will be a gaping hole in their lives, and it'll never leave. "HaMakom yenachem et'chem b'toch shar avay'lay Tzion vee'Yerushalayim."