Sunday, August 06, 2006
Hey...
Don't you think I know how tough it is for you?
Don't you think I know how difficult it is to be perfect?
Why do we strive to be, anyway?
What's it worth?
Because if we live for an ideal, it makes our life have more meaning and purpose then our ordinary existence. Because if we live for big dreams, dreams bigger then our lives, it makes our lives big.
So you think I don't know?
I do know that all your life you've been struggling to live up to a dream that sometimes is so elusive you want to give up. I do know that you cling onto it anyway. I do know that sometimes its so difficult, the way you try and try again. I do know that you're at the end of the rope and holding onto the frayed ends. I know the sweat is on your brow and your skin is bruised. I know you've fought a thousand battles to survive, I know it doesn't mean bravery to anyone. I know it's tiring and lonely that no one gets you. I know it's getting colder where you are. I know the tears don't fall anymore, somtimes they harden in your heart. I know the people have slowly vanished, and who's taken them or have they walked away? You don't know, and it doesn't matter anymore, does it? I know what it's like to mess up your life. I know what's it like not to be appreciated, not to be loved, not to be understood, to be alone.
So, my beautiful stranger.
We don't know each other, but every morning we struggle to wake with the same questions. Everyday we live with the same difficulties.
We're not so very different. You are not so different from me, and I'm not so different from you.
We all crave the same things- love, acceptance...
It doesn't matter our race, gender, religion, or family background. Are we so different from each other?
Can't we empathise with each other, love a little more?
We're not so very different, you and I.
We've always been in each other's shoes, didn't you realise?
debbie at 8:52 PM