The Book of Dreams

The Waves of Help Wanted

 I looked at the waves from the beach house. Dusk was upon the shore and it was only a matter of minutes until people start to wake up. Maybe my neighbor will wake up to the ocean and its glory. Others, might not be able to say the same. In a matter of minutes, someone could die. In a matter of minutes, someone could go hungry. And I still sit at this beach house like it was my castle and watch the waves crash, as others suffer. What did I do to earn this life? My family rented the beach house for the week for vacation. I did nothing. In return for their hard earned money, they buy a beach house to relax, which is perfectly fine. I still did nothing. I'm too young to work and can't even cook a decent meal for myself. I did nothing to help pay for the beach house, nor was it my idea. I just go with the flow and do nothing about the things I've been given, instead I waste everyone of them. Until there's nothing left. I follow the leader or as others call it, a push-over. I am grateful for the things that I have and for everyone around me, but I'm not grateful that I can't do anything about what other people face. I want people to stop killing each other, instead love one another. I want to donate to the people who have nothing and give them something. But, no matter what, everyone tells me they aren't my problems so I shouldn't worry. I feel like I do have to deal with them and say something to help because no one does anything. For now, I will stay in the shadows until the time has come for the real me to step in and take action. It's one personality overlapping another. Like sand getting covering by the salty, murky water. Like the Ocean.