All is well

What is it with people?

Why do they always need assurance?

What is it with humans?

Why do they always need an extra dose of indulgence?

“Yes. It’s alright.”

“Go ahead and fight.”

“I am here waiting for you.”

“Hey guess what – I love you”.

“Are you there working or browsing”?

“Will you actually come to the party with me this evening?”

“Why are you here, why did you leave your previous job?”

“ Are you sure when you go out, you do not hobnob?”

“Will you be there when I am home?”

“Make me dinner; wash my wounds when all is gone?”

Questions that need an answer, doesn’t matter if it’s true or false.

Looks like we all are babies. Sucker for assurance and love.

Sounds like we all need to be told often “all is well”.

Stop, we are here. Please don’t jump into that pit less well.

Babies, that’s what we are.

When do we grow up?

Just before we stop breathing?

Well, I’ve seen some who need to be held even before they bid their final goodbye.

We never grow up, do we?

At home, in work, in our daily self-important lives.