To be self absorbed is to live in a box of your making. Too consumed with the drama of your own life you fail to see that others walk difficult paths too.
You miss the sun bursting into the sky early in the morning, you fail to see the beauty of the dew drops hanging precariously on the edge of leaves, you miss the sweet sound of chirping birds as they greet a new day.
You listen but do not hear.
You see but do not observe.
You work but find no passion.
You breathe but do not inhale.
You smile but are hollow.
You seek but never find.
You take for granted the gifts that lie before you and eventually, if and when you surface, they are gone.