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The World Is A Beautiful Place
The world is a beautiful place to be born into
as long as you don’t mind being short
on happiness and abundantly surrounded by negativity.
It’s a wonderful environment if you don’t mind
pollution on the beach, people spending more time
with their phones and laptops than with each other, people
judging you left and right for all of the choices you make.
The real problem here is that people were born to be loved
and for things to be used. Instead people are being used
and things are being loved. So I guess the world is a
beautiful place if you don’t mind some of those things.
It wouldn’t be so bad if there weren’t such
pessimistic and cynical people all around us. Some room
for improvement one might say? Don’t get me started on that.
People that come from loving families are going around the world,
dying for our country. Yet all we care about is what our favorite celebrity
has for lunch on one particular day. There’s that homeless man that
I see every day, crying for hope and begging for money. Does it count for
something if all you do is smile at that poor stranger that looks up at you with
depressed eyes and a broken smile?
Clean water? Taken for granted. Food aplenty? Try again.
None of us know what it is like to live a life in someone else’s skin.
The same skin that one might throw into a tanning bed, attempting perfection.
Perfection, such an awful word. But why do we all strive for such a petty little
concept that means nothing more than a word on social media?
Where’s the compassion? Where’s the love? Where’s the feelings
that bring us back to the days when we had our fruit chopped up into little
non-choke able pieces for us by our Mommies and Daddies and were tucked into
the tiniest twin sized beds? Do you miss that feeling? I sure do. But do you miss
it enough to have that feeling bring you back to the way you treated others during
that season of your life? You push someone down the slide, you say sorry, maybe
you hug each other and you move on, but most importantly everyone lets go
of the grudges being held against one another. What happens now?
Well one man shoots another, but is there really a reason? Why can’t
they shoot each other with water guns, those squirt guns that we use
on the Fourth of July, you all know the kind. Dogs and cats are pushed
under the rug, as if their feelings and intuition don’t matter. But they have feelings
too! Imagine that, what a strange concept that someone besides you might have
emotions that mean something. Something more than what meets the eye.
Now don’t get me wrong, the world will one day be fixed. Or whatever fixed
actually means. I long for the day that people smile back at one another.
The day that they look up from their screens long enough to remember
to hug their grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins and friends. There will come a day
when the beautiful people of the world will see the common ground in one another’s smiles.
There’s no such thing as a bad person, but bad decisions paired with a person’s
name. One day none of us will be judged.
When will this day be?
Well, why don’t you tell me?