I'm no superman...

Have you ever wished that you could read ones’ mind? Wanted to know everything that is curious to you? It certainly does sounds great aint it? Being able to prepare for any questions, predict what to say next just to get on the good side of everyone you wanted. Life would be so easy then, when you can talk yourself out from almost anything.
That is if , you wanted to know. What about those things that you don’t wanna hear? Things that you don’t wanna know? Knowledge is power! However, can you really take it all inside your tiny little mind? Reality bites, truth hurts and etc... those sayings are already common enough for anyone to understand.
Its a gift, its a curse... for being there... for hearing things and for knowing things. Its not truly easy bearing the responsibility of listening. Sometimes you know too much... yet you are only entrusted to hold on to it, and nothing else. That would be easy for a diary, a dead being.
Being on the outside, the sidelines... no one has a clearer picture that anyone inside the game. While there are many rules, experiences that can only be felt in it, no one would have been able to make a fair judgement. After all, we are all human and emotions would play a big part in killing us all.
Advice, are a form of assurance and nothing else. They are just plain speeches that deep down inside everyone of us know and yet we ignore them. We usually only listen to advices that sounds comfortable to us and most likely... its what you wanted to hear all along. Assurance from someone else’s mouth that your decision is correct. We will be constantly seeking for advice, till someone agrees with us.
While you can tell a kid what to do, define whats’ right or wrong, you can never do that to an adult. Sometimes it really hurts so much, to see someone you care stepping into deep shits and yet there’s nothing you can do about it. Its not like they don’t know what’s bad... they are old enough to make their own decisions... and this hurts alot when they hurt themselves... knowingly, intentionally or couldn’t get their heads right anymore...
What if you knew too... if something isn’t right and you know you could do something about it... but because you are just not... the person... to speak it out... Who are we to mess with someone else’s affairs? I just hate being so... defenceless...
If that’s what you want... then so be it... All we could do is to be always around... and with open arms to catch you when you fall... Which is something... I wish not to see come to reality... for it will mean that people will get hurt... and let it not be you...