closed doors.

living in ideal worlds where there are too many other happy-stories,
it seems we've all forgotten the status quo that was life - as we knew it.

too much laughter, joy and warmth. too many idyllic lives that arent just fluffy dreams. too many role models living out their realities. too much love. so much so that, as it turns out, i've found myself caught up in the exhilarating ride in the passenger seat of their lives. where, for a brief moment in time, my life was a part of theirs. i'm beyond grateful for the chance to have done that, to have met people who took me in like family and the many families all have a special place in my life. but one thing that has resulted from this overflow, is the inevitable consequence that i forget; it is not my reality.
expectations of everyone have changed, they expect more, misunderstand more, react more. coping mechanisms that have worked for the last 20 years are suddenly creaky and malfunctioning. we've all forgotten the nuances and small little tweaks that have kept this bumbling, leaky sampan afloat.
hence the question now is, will equilibrium ever be restored or is it bound to capsize.