My Place in this World
I think the world of my best friend.
But I don’t think he realizes how much. He’s the type of person who’s so magnetic, people flock to stand next to him. He’s the best person I know. He’s unspeakably and indescribably intelligent. There’s not a bad bone in his body. His heart is so pure and only filled with good intentions. He’s the one person who knows me inside and out, knows all my flaws and mistakes I’ve committed, and still accepts me.
He’s someone who is bright beyond comparison. Someone who sees life as worth living. Someone whose laugh lights up a room and makes everyone else laugh. His smile even brightens the blackest of nights. His eyes never casts judgment. He accepts everyone for who they are. He shines so brightly, it’s almost blinding. I feel lucky just to linger in his light.
He’s caring and kind. Supportive. Generous. Cunning and clever. Strong and courageous. He’s beautiful in every way possible. And everyone around him feels lucky just to simply stand near him.
He’ll accomplish way more than I ever will in our lifetime and honestly, I’m okay with that because I’m so proud of him. He’s overcome many obstacles that were thrown in his path but now he’s on his way to moving and changing the world with his alluring self.
We are very close to one another. We talk on the phone. Text. We’re always hanging out whether we’re playing video games at his house or just hanging out at the mall or singing weird songs at the top of our lungs in my car. Our friendship means the world to us and we’re always saying that we’re not going to be like other people and make promises of forever but never fulfill it. We’ll be friends forever. Best friends.
But still… I feel as though he’s leaving me behind.
I feel inadequate all the time. Helpless and without direction. I see everyone around me heading forward in their chosen path to their desired destination, and yet I feel stuck, not able to move forward. I feel like I don’t belong anywhere. I can’t help these feelings. Is it weird that I’m already 20 and I still don’t know where I belong yet?
I tend to be the type of person who gazes at the sky, praying and hoping that I’m going to find my direction. My place in this world. I keep hoping that my wings will take flight and I’ll be able to finally join all the people in my life who are already soaring through the sky. Maybe just maybe…soon I’ll fly too.
The wind is moving
But I am standing still
A life of pages
Waiting to be filled
A heart that’s hopeful
A head that’s full of dreams
But this becoming
Is harder than it seems
Feels like I’m
Looking for a reason
Roaming through the night to find
My place in this world
My place in this world
Not a lot to lean on
I need your light to help me find
My place in this world
My place in this world
If there are millions
Down on their knees
Among the many
Can you still hear me
Hear me asking
Where do I belong?
Is there a vision
That I can call my own?
Show me, I’m
Looking for a reason
Roaming through the night to find
My place in this world
My place in this world
Not a lot to lean on
I need your light to help me find
My place in this world
My place in this world
Looking for a reason
Roaming through the night to find
My place in this world
My place in this world
Not a lot to lean on
I need your light to help me find
My place in this world
My place in this world
Looking for a reason
Roaming through the night to find
My place in this world
My place in this world
"Place in this World" by Michael W. Smith