Dear Whoever,
I think we all remember a time when we had no cares in the world. I think, to be honest, the only thing we actually looked out for was the ice cream truck or maybe when our parents would tell us to look both ways before crossing the street. But, with this in mind, it has come to my attention that maybe even when we were small, delicate, and carefree our futures intertwined with the present. Because just like a junior in high school a first grader who is just beginning to read is being asked what they want to be for the rest of their life.
Now, I'm not quite sure where I've decided to go with this. It's just a thought I've had in my mind for quite some time now. I haven't written in awhile, and quite frankly... I miss it. I had lost inspiration and I'm not even sure if I've regained that inspiration. But something told me that all these feelings you're having today, well, you should share them. Maybe someone would connect, and if you do, I'm not sure whether I'm sorry for you or if it should comfort me to know that someone has struggled with the same thoughts.
Back to the point, at age six we were taught the basics of life and so forth. As we got older that foundation began to grow, but we had no clue what the future had in store for us. We were more concerned with if we could go to the park with a friend or if we'd be able to keep that little "pet" grasshopper that we found on a leaf. But who was going to tell us that when you reach a certain point in your life, and it will come sooner than you believe, that you'll have to decide who you want to be for the rest of your life...
I thought right now we were suppose to be figuring out who we were. I thought we were suppose to figure out what our favorite color was or maybe what sport we wanted to play in middle school. Who was going to tell me I had to prepare for a period in my life that would effect the rest of my existence?
Who was going to tell me that every second of every day impacted every single aspect of this universe? What would I have done? What would you have done? ...What are we suppose to do now? Now that we have to choose. We have to make these decisions and we have to make them fast. We have to know who we're going to be. And you've got to make good grades. Remember to sit up straight little soldier! You're in for the fight of your life. And no, this isn't like a video game. You don't get second chances and you don't get a second, third, forth life! You don't even get to take back the last breath you made.
God forbid we take our own lives for the sake of ourselves. Because if we left this earth it would ripple and break the atmosphere. Not only would it create mass destruction, but the people around us would be left with a hole inside them. Sort of like a donut. But who wants a donut that's been bitten out of? But then again, who wants a donut that has molded and grown horrible foul things on it because it's been worn out of it's date, it's expired.
But then again, why would we choose to stay when this place that we call home is rotten and the people around us desire filth. Maybe in hope that we'll find that one certain figure that makes a drastic change? But is that reality? Is that even a hope worth considering anymore?
Changes need to be made. God! I swear, this place needs to change. Without change we'll all be left in our own pit of misery. Depression, suicide, anxiety, abuse, starvation will all devour us and make us slaves. Have we already begun slavery among ourselves? Who is to say that instead of one human over another there will be now words that rule. Now I say again, no more damnation to all the people who are hurting. We've all got a lot on our hands and no one can tell you to scrub them clean! Blood doesn't just stain the hands of the murderer, but it also courses through the veins of the victim.
This may not make a lot of sense to you, but maybe something in the previous lines reached out to the inner most parts of you. Maybe it touched you. Maybe it spoke to you. Maybe it changed you. Or maybe it was just another blank page with scribbles. But oh how I hope and wish you the best. For you are not alone in this fight. We've all got a war against this world and the standards it puts upon us. And maybe since we are the world we can change ourselves and live life for the better. Maybe then the world would be a happier place with more smiling faces.
And again, I tell you, farewell and goodbye. Do not kiss the ground goodbye or shed a tear because even the sky will cry and the world will be a sadder place without you. Only hope and time will give us an effort worth it. May time be slow and our hope strong.
Love, Megan.
