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What's the point of having the power to make a difference if we never lift a finger. We criticize the people who try, but never try ourselves. I guess you might have a reason to criticize them if you've been in their shoes and done better, but I doubt you have. Sure you have the freedom of speech, but your speech bears no fruit to make it worth it. You blabbler away all day with nothing acomplished from it. So what is your purpose? If all you plan to do with your life is criticize other people's efforts. So maybe once in your life maybe you should lift a finger. Speak to what you believe and then actually take a step towards accomplishing it. You have the power to make a difference, you just never tried.
I'm sitting down now and forcing myself to write. I want to let the rage out and confuse myself. I want the words to spill out and form a masterpiece. I know that this won't be pretty. I know this is choppy, but what else can I do. I'm a minor detail in this whole world. I'm just a little speck of dust compared to the whole universe. My actions might seem insignificant, but they really aren't. Think, what can happen from one action? Imagine how many people you'll meet in your life, you affect all of them. You might feel insignificant some times, I know I do, but we do more than we think. Many will have children, and those children will have children. You are the source of thousands of humans. You are not insignificant, you really aren't. That woman you just smiled at, just decided that maybe the whole world isn't evil. That man you held the door for, felt for once that he wasn't invisible. That little boy you passed the ball back to him, would have run into the street if you hadn't. That little girl you just gave a piece of chalk, will be a famous artist. That baby you started at, for a little too long, will remember your smile as the first time someone loved him. We don't notice how our little actions really affect the lives of others. Just know they do.
To you, I'm a writer, a writer that just screams and yells. I'm a writer who just screams and yells about things you have an opinion in. Our opinions differ, you disagree with most of the things I say. I might be able to sway you, push you towards me, but one false move you go crawling back to your fantasy. I believe what I say is the truth, that I speak the rhythm of the earth under our feet. That if you were to lift off this earth you would finally see what I've been trying to say. We're small meaningless things we'll all just float away and die someday. The glorious thing about us is that we don't give into that thought we push to excel and make our pointless lives not so pointless. We don't care that we're small, we all know we can be someone. That the people of the world can push you down or they can pull you up. We all realized as a child that we could be whatever we wanted to be. I could be a superhero, an astronaut, a fireman, a ballerina, a teacher. What the adults said didn't really matter, for we were the next generation, they were the past. We didn't have to be held to the stereotypes, girls could be anything, boys could be anything. They might try to hurt us, try to push us down, but we could stand up against them and lead the revolution. Every generation realizes that, and every generation starts another revolution. We are the future, we make the future, and our hand leads the future.
It's been a while since I've just sat down and wrote. Since I've just blocked out everything else and wrote. To rant about how bad life really is. It's been a while since I've been able to tell the truth. The words "I'm fine," always seem to escape my mouth. The worst part is people accept it. They're all okay with me just saying, "I'm fine," and no one treads farther. I don't have a clue why not. Whenever someone says something so bland to me, I automatically suspect that it isn't true. I always try to force the truth out of them. No one is ever just fine, or good for that matter; those words are used as excuses and costumes to cover the truth. I can't truly explain what every single person means when they say it because everyone has their own pot of troubles brewing. I can't relate to anyone. Honestly, I'm not the best at that, but I still try. The problem with trying to relate to someone is it hurts them more, and more. It's like stabbing someone in the gut and thinking they'll be okay. You might believe that trying to relate helps -- and I guess it might with some people — but it has never worked for me. I guess what I'm trying to say is just because when you ask someone, "How are you doing?" doesn't mean they will tell you the truth. Dig a little deeper and it might do you both some good.
I chose to sit here
I chose to be here Why would I choose this Why would I do this? I chose to be me I chose to be free Why would I live this Why would I survive? You chose to live life You chose to live free Why would you do this Why would you believe? You chose to hold on You chose to keep on Why would you prevail Why would you succeed? I chose to not let go I chose to hold on tight Why wouldn't I choose to give up Why wouldn't I choose to fall deep? I chose to not wonder I chose to not be bound Why wouldn't I be the real me Why wouldn't I be the free me? You chose to not murder You chose to not give in Why wouldn't you choose to fall Why wouldn't you choose freedom? You chose to not conquer You chose to not battle Why wouldn't you battle it, why Why wouldn't you stay here with me? I get it It was a losing battle You were not meant to win Not meant to survive that long So I get that you laid down your sword I get it. Life, to most of this world's occupants, is torture. It's an endless battle between yourself and an unknown force, and right when you thought you've won you're swept off your feet again. I feel like so many people have come to know this as the only way to live; so many people believe there is no other way. I say no to there being no other way. Why do I have to let myself be pushed around? Why can't I stand up for myself? There really isn't that much holding me back beside fear, and anyone can conquer fear. Sure you might think that statement is false, but you can, in fact, conquer your fears. Maybe me having so much faith in myself has something to do with my age. Maybe as I grow older I will fall into conformity like everyone else. I'd like to think I won't; I'd like to think I have the strength to support my beliefs. I don't know what will happen, though, I'm not a prophet or anything. So as I was saying I don't believe we, as humans, have to live life with that constant weight of fear on our back. There is a way for us to conquer this fear and live life actually alive.
There is a way to believe
Without falling. There is a way to hold on Without hurting. There is a way to conquer Without killing. There is a way to succeed Without your own failure. There is no way to believe Without disagreements. There is no way to hold on Without letting go. There is no way to conquer Without someone hurt. There is no way to succeed Without someone else failing. |
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