The world and me
As long as I remember it was always me against the rest of the world. And often it seems that way still, yet I have learned I’m not alone and even when alone I’m not weak. My strength is to be found in my soul and my heart where I find honesty and truth, Love and sympathy, compassion and empathy. I refuse to be defined by someone else and I refuse to be who I am not just because everyone does. I can be very strong opinionated and yes I can be wrong. Ill be the first to admit when I’m wrong. I’m straight forward usually though I don’t like confrontations.
Watching the news or reading articles on the internet about unjust in this world that’s being done to other people touches me deeply and often I wish to be able to actually make a difference big enough for the world to notice. To wake up everyone else who have gotten so used to these things that they barely feel anymore. After all its far away. the demonstrations when refugees of other countries at war flee to our land sickens me. Just imagine your country is at war and you have no place to find safety. its a right to receive help and a right to give help, yes a right it is for without the others we are but just alone. All this power and wealth you can’t take with you after you pass away. Traditions and cultural wealth lasts a lot longer and cant be just taken away.
I would like one day to be able to make that difference and share my strength with those that don’t. I know I can I just need to hold on and be ready when its my turn. Then I will be there for you because its not only helping the ones in need its most of all helping those not in need. for they have the greatest need to learn to see what they have became blind for.
The world and me always at war, although its not so much the world but more the ppl on it.
