Part 2

We're monsters. Once said, always said.

Beautiful monsters, but still monsters.

I do not and will not hate humanity. I love that I am human. I love our species. We are beautiful and broken. We all need help. We are the leading species, yet we are the most emotionally unstable. One tragic event can lead to the downfall of a good man.

I had this idea, growing up, that I could change the world. That I could inspire others through my actions and bring back the good. That somehow we would realize that what we're doing is destroying "life"  as we know it.

I realize now that I can't change the world--but I still want to strive to make a difference.

I've lost my kindness. I've lost my dedication to others. I've begun to hold grudges. I sit, I muse and I do nothing more.

I want to take action. I want to go back to the sweet girl I was before. I want to go out of my way to give someone a compliment every day. I want to make people laugh. I want to make people realize they're worth something. I want to protect a friend. I want to fight poverty. I want broaden mine and others horizons. I want to beautify the world one step at a time.

I'm tired of being afraid to change myself. I'm tired of doing what mainstream society tells me too. Life is not about being rich and famous. It's about living for others. It's about protecting the unprotected. It's about being vulnerable. It's about improving the world to improve yourself.

The war may never be won, but I can certainly contribute to the battle. We all can.

I want to...

Travel the world.
See the unseen.
Visit impoverished countries and lend my hand.
Befriend a beggar on the street.
Lay flowers on flowerless graves.
Console a crying stranger.
Run in a field of flowers.
Sing on a stage.
Swing dance.
Survive a natural disaster.


I want to live.