The Observer

Sometimes the painter wishes to be the one painted

sometimes the kisser wishes to be the one kissed

and sometimes the observer wishes to be the one observed

The observer is the one who observes everything but

absorbs nothing, the one who sees all but does none, the

one who watches everyone but no one watches

The observer is aware that they are the observer or how

else could they call themselves an observer ?

Occasionally, the observer desperately wants to be the observed

they desperately want to be in the spotlight, to have someone watch

them as intently as they watch others. unfortunately for them, that is never

how it goes

It is not a choice one can make, it is not a switch that one can flick on and off, it is

who one is deep inside their heart- an observer. it is the calling that one is called for, a

calling that was made for specifically for them

Being an observer is not a negative quality, in fact it is one of the

highest qualities that one can possess.

Sometimes we don’t want to be, but we are

Sometimes i wish i was the observed, but honestly,

observing is just perfect for me

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