The world, a troubled place with broken souls desperate to find the way.
Most days the only thing I am is numb. Numb when I see the homeless sleeping on the streets, numb when I hear of another school shooting, numb when I hear of mass genocides occurring globally. That's all. Numb. Like everyone I wish for world peace and I think we could get there if we tried but I wake up and that's not the world I see. I see the world full of pain and suffering, people searching for love or whichever drug that will help them let go. And then I breathe and the anger rolls in. Every complaint that graces my mind triggers me. Am I ungrateful? Am I stuck up? How can I complain when so many have it worse than me? "Use the anger" they say.
Use the anger.
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I get frustrated with myself on a daily basis and I don't really know what I wrote but if it speaks to you leave a comment.
~ Have you ever cried in public??
I saw someone do so today and it broke my heart.
Be the kindness you wish to see in the world.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo,
D.O
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