and the stars in my lonely sky are infinite bright.
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I’m simply lost as to how the system of the world has been completely based around the fact that humans should work for x amount of years simply to be able to make enough money to pay bills and survive. Then what? Somehow there’s enough money to retire. Is retirement even achievable? What is the point of constantly working without the freely given ability to enjoy the money you’ve made? Vacation time is reduced to about a week per year, that’s it?!? The entirety of it seems rather shallow to me. Life should be about taking time to enjoy the small aspects that make it worth living without the fear of losing a job. By focusing on helping others and the overall satisfactory of humanity the world would be a much better place.
“Even the tallest trees are able to grow from tiny seeds like these. Remember this, and try not to rush time.”
— Paulo Coelho, The Spy
‘Wake up Humanity’
Ekta Somera
When my hands are tied & my back is against the wall, I often wish to end it all. It’s a frightening experience to have to plea and bargain for your soul. There is opposition in all things. However I keep searching to find the good. To what ends of the earth do I have to find a soul mate to simply care for me. Being beaten, battered and bruised is no good. I don’t belong to these streets, I belong to King for I am his daughter. For now, that will suffice. There is only a few rare instances where I thought He turned his back on me. However, that is far from the truth. The lies that are fed to me must be detained and removed completely. The impulsiveness starts. It’s the worst part when you black & lose control. The alcohol infests my body with self destructive tendencies. I thought I beat them but they always return. There’s nobody left to blame when it’s just me on a dirty wheelchair cuffed against my demand. It’s illegal to hurt yourself apparently. I’ve learned it the hard way. My body is depleted of all energy. Yet again, who is here to pick me up off that stone cold floor? Angel. All I have is me but when I know that I would kill my self if given the opportunity, I’ve learned to reach out and find resources. Patience and honestly goes a long way. I am a soldier and I will fight & endure to the very end.



