Who are we when no one is watching?

Well, there are multiple answers to this question. Some decide to be their genuine selves. Those people are the ones who include the quiet kids in group projects, even when their teacher isn't there to praise them for it. They're the ones to offer money to someone in public who's short a few bucks, but do the same when nobody’s around to impress. They don't do good deeds for attention, they do it out of empathy. Because deep down they know they've been in that position before, hoping somebody would’ve helped them when they needed it.

On the other hand, there's the people who completely change based on the situation. For instance, college recruiters come to a basketball game. Every player on the court knows that the recruiters don’t only care about skill, but sportsmanship too. They watch each players’ attitude. How they treat their teammates, or how they react over a mistake. The recruiters want to make sure they take the game seriously, but not enough to get frustrated over everything. So the players that usually blame others, and don't respect their coaches, turn into totally different people. They become much more positive and lift eachother up instead of bringing eachother down. Because they know if THEY acted like their genuine selves, they wouldn't get an offer. They hide their true colors until they physically can't any longer.

That's the thing about karma. The people who do the right thing will receive it, but so will the "fakers.” This is because karma can be good or bad. At the end of the day, everybody will get what they deserve once it's too late to change their actions.

Choose to be a good person. Even when making a bad decision feels so much easier, doing the right thing will show better results. One small act or gesture could make somebody's day even better. Even if someone is watching or not.

The air was cold I felt a breeze on my neck as I stood outside Watching Waiting

Trucks drove in and out of my driveway People talked as they picked up boxes Then placed them down And then drove off

I felt a tear run down my cheek But it froze before it hit the ground

I wanted to puke Or sob Or throw a tantrum as if I was a toddler Because in this moment, I felt like one. The toddler that had grown up in this very house

All sorts of memories flooded my mind My first time riding a bike Building a treehouse with my dad When I got a puppy for my 10th birthday They all happened here.

I didn’t want to leave But I had to move on I was 16 now And my dad had gotten a job a few states away I had no choice.

This place was going to be someone’s else’s childhood home now I simply couldn’t believe it Nothing felt real

As the last of our belongings got packed up into the trucks I got into my car, ready to head to California. It was all becoming real.

It was finally here Christmas Day With tons of gifts Under the tree they’d lay

Although there were many I was most hopeful for one That my father would come home And celebrate with his son

He’d left us 5 years ago My sister, mother, and I Without any warning Not even a goodbye

But he sent us a letter Claiming when I turned thirteen He’d visit for Christmas And that wasn’t a scheme

I really did believe him And waited for that day I’d tell him about my life I had so much to say

And when it was time He drove through the woods Ready to greet us And bring us some goods

He was halfway there When he heard a pop His car slowed down And he was forced to stop

In the middle of nowhere His tire deflated He had no service So he just simply waited

The day went by fast While he sat near the street And was completely alone With nothing to eat

He realized he should walk Although he could barely see And try to find a path Maybe one that lead to me

He plowed through the snow His whole body aching Hoping to come home to warmth And sugar cookies baking

He wouldn’t make it in time No matter how hard he’d tried Our bedtime was soon And he was still outside

Lost in the fog Alone in the deep Bound by a promise That he couldn’t keep