Month: October 2015

We only know what we share. 

I wake up each day and am only aware of what others share, mainly because I don’t bother to ask. The other small percent is because they don’t bother to share.

Why I don’t ask I’m not sure. Maybe it’s because I’m worried of what they will share, how am I supposed to react to what they share? Maybe because I’m too scared because I don’t know them and haven’t allowed myself the chance to. Maybe it’s because I just don’t want to, that I might just not care. Maybe it’s because I’ve placed myself on a pedestal and allowed my ego to grow to a size far much larger than it ever should and because of that they seem irrelevant.

But why don’t they share? Maybe it’s because they’re too scared, worried of what I will think of them? Maybe it’s because they don’t know how, nobody’s ever really listened before so sharing isn’t something they’re used to? Maybe it’s because I’ve never paid them any attention, I’ve walked past them every day and never bothered to ask? 

What happens when nobody bothers to ask? Do we keep it all in, but that can only last so long. Do we find an outlet somehow and confide in someone or something that won’t share. Do we lash out on ourselves or someone else because keeping it in is too much but telling someone is too much.

I want to know when it became okay for people to live their lives without sharing. I want to know why someone decided that they wouldn’t share. I want to know how we have just let all this time go by without addressing the fact that we ALL live our lives without sharing. 

I would like to think that if we lived amongst each other feeling comfortable enough to share that maybe just maybe some of the hurt in this world would start to vanish. I would like to think that if we created an environment where it was okay to share no matter what that this world might be a little more  forgiving. I would like to think that I’m not the only one that realizes that we forget or don’t bother to stop and share.

After my life comes to an end there will no longer be an opportunity to share. It is only when I live that I will be able to share. I’d like to know that when I die because someday I will that I have shared all I have learned. 

We only have one life, one opportunity to share, we don’t get to go back. 

Today I lived happily and I had a good day. Today I realized I need to share but I also need to build a place inside myself to allow others to feel comfort in sharing with me. 

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I want to live in a world…..

I want to live in a world of acceptance. I want to live in a world where people’s skin color doesn’t matter because as much as we tell ourselves it doesn’t anymore it still does. I want to live in a world where people’s sexuality doesn’t matter because as accepting as we have come to be, we still have a long way to go. I want to live in a world where ones gender doesn’t matter because it’s none of your business if it isn’t your body. I want to live in a world where people feel they have a place because too many people leave by their choice. I want to live in a world where people aren’t judged because they aren’t “normal”. I want to live in a world where people are loved and welcomed regardless of their differences. I live in a world where people turn their backs to the problems  because it’s easier than facing them. I live in a world where people get murdered or take their own lives for being their authentic self, I live in a world where people get judged for something about themselves that is out of their control, I live in a world where it’s easier to conceal your differences than embrace them because maybe then you will be enough. I’ve never understood why someone gets to decide who I love, or who I am, or how I manage to make ends meet. It’s funny you know really I mean we pick wether someone gets to marry someone, or wether the woman that can’t afford healthcare elsewhere gets it, or wether someone that’s spent their entire life feeling as if they’re in the right body gets to finally feel normal. What is normal even anyways? Who decides normal? I’m not saying I haven’t made my fair share of mistakes, I’ve been the bully, I’ve been bullied, I’ve watched bullying. I know I might be asking for a little much, but I just want to live in a world where everyone gets to feel happiness, because that’s what we all deserve regardless of who we are.