Impress

I can not remember the last time I was impressed by someone.

By their kindness or civility;

or honesty and integrity.

Or anything really.

And that made me sad.

So I asked a friend,

"Have you been impressed by anyone lately?"

And she said no.

So, it must not just be me.

So my sadness increased.

Because there was no one impressive.

Because I did not think to impress my friend.

Because I had to think hard when trying to find kindness.

Perhaps my expectations are too high;

or perhaps I am accustomed to impressive characters;

or perhaps I'm hanging with the wrong crowd;

or perhaps there really was no one impressive.

These moments seem profound in some way.

I must decipher what I am to learn from them.

And I think I have.

I must impress someone.