Confused

"It's all I can do for you, son.
Now, go, change your state and live a better life than I am"
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Chased and said the kid,
"Father, I'm afraid."
"Of what ?" On the ferry, shouted the father.
"I don't know the way back home."
"Don't be foolish, son. You just follow your feet !". He waved his son for the last time.
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Thinking for a while.
How can I return all to him ? to her ? to them ?

Do they need my money ?
Asking myself that question insults their intention. 
If I really think things have been done is investing
For someday to get interest ?

Do they need my time ?
They were once young.
Once chased unrealistic dream.
Once experienced how they were held back by others.
What they want is not time of my being with them.
What they want is time of my thinking of them.
And yes, I do. Just a little, everyday.

Wonder if sky-sail is used to measured height of the sky.
And painfully realize it is nothing near the goal.
And excitedly aim for the higher.

Do I over-estimate them ?

Or

Do I take it as an excuse ?
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I really don't know why she treated me so well when I am a stranger though ?
Why have they cared so much when I did nothing for them ?
Why did he still help me when I paid no care of him at all ?
Do I have something they want or need ?
Or am I that pitiful ?
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Persons and Things ... I still pin so much feeling of hatred ?
Are their existence really that considerable ?
Do they have any difference between themselves and rocks on the pavements ?
A dragonfly playing with bulb ?

Gotta reflex myself once for a while.... Sigh ...