In my eyes, the world is still a wonderful place to live. Pain, injustice, traumas - lurking in every corners of the vast. However, some people are pure magic. Bringing colors to paint the gray and mundane day, putting a smile on your face like you didn't cry during your stay. They carry stardust wherever they go, incase someone needed warmth and glow. Some people are unrecognized heroes. They don't wear capes nor have swords and bows. The power comes from within - the heart of gold, gentle hands that cures, the words they speak that heals the Earth.
Despite being surrounded by gloomy intentions, tested by unnecessary reactions, and biased decisions - some people still makes life bearable. Not losing hope even though most are ungrateful. Perhaps their eyes are closed, blinded by the absence of moral realization. There's nothing to do but fathom why most people doesn't feel any guilt or they're used to swallow it too. When all you gave was kindness because you want to show then that humanity and love are true but all you receive are words meant to hurt you, a tap on the back and a deep stab, a push deemed to put you down, and avoidance when the party you hosted was done. There are people that just can't see the good things you do and you'll never hear them saying thank you.
The world is still a glorious place, there's still hope witnessing some people sacrifice for the sake of their fellow. Selfishness is set aside because a genuine heart is soft for the people in need. They bring smiles and tears of unfeigned glee. Some people are the best definition of true love, like when a mother won't eat the food from the party but rather she'll hurry back home to feed it to her children. A father who works day and night to give his children's needs - school, food, and house. A brother/sister that served as the second parents. A stranger with a kind smile that didn't think twice to lend a hand.
The world is dark sometimes, but when I open my eyes it's the good little things that saves me from drowning in misery. Some people are angels in disguise.
Rain
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