There are people who roam the earth with fear torturing every corner of their body, who roam the earth with a heavy heart because people mock their fear instead of healing it. With darkness instantly greeting their morning with a sting so acidulous it poisons the rest of the day, they take a brave step forward, in the hopes to become anti-septic. There are people who roam the earth who are constantly told that they are shy rather than sick, who are told to be an extrovert to cure something that needs more than an easy conversation. Imagine lying in the very heart of your death bed, breathing the few breaths that you have left. Imagine the people on the side of your bed telling you that if you breathe easier, then your death wouldn’t be as bad. You will never imagine the amount of people who are on this earth dying from a sickness that is claimed to be just a phase. They beat themselves up because others are beating them up, too, and the fight to go beyond the beating only results in their own destruction. There is illness living in their minds that eradicates and blurs the vision of what seems to be a cure. With doubt originating from society, the vision of help and hope darkens. There are people who are ill, who are roaming the earth with a lifestyle such as this, a lifestyle where others don’t believe that they are dying. These people are existing with pressure at their neck, threatening to choke them. Even through their despondency, they haven’t given up. They still roam the earth, even when it is strenuous.
There are people who roam the earth who live in a house full of people who have no ears. There are people who live with others who only use their mouth, but never their ears. There are people who wake up in the morning knowing that their voice will not be heard in their own household. They don’t know of the sweet tune that is hidden in their throat because their own household didn’t give their voice a chance to be orchestrated. There are people who are berated when they let their voice be heard, but are also teased for their silence. Once you learn that the feeling of unimportance surrounds you in your own home, you can’t escape it. Once home, where love is supposed to be contagious, becomes the home where your existence is not known of, you will only find yourself to be invisible in all natures of life. There are people who wake up every morning feeling unimportant, due to the reminders of others. Even through their despondency, they haven’t given up. They still roam the earth, even when it is strenuous.
There are people who roam the earth who have to live on only one dollar, who have so many necessities that need to be met, but don’t have the money to meet them. They give every sweat of effort towards meeting their needs, yet still, it isn’t enough to protect them. They walk with empty wallets, yet they also walk with good hearts. They wake up every morning wondering if being fortunate enough to provide for them will become more possible by the day. They go hungry on some weekends because their dollar wasn’t enough to feed them. They live in poor conditions because their dollar wasn’t enough to fix the features that need to be fixed. Their clothes are torn because their dollar is unable to sow them back together. They live on so little, struggling to provide for every need and battling against the lack of financial support. Even through their despondency, they haven’t given up. They still roam the earth, even when it is strenuous.
There are people who roam the earth who have the friendliest hearts and the most amiable personalities, yet their state of solitude emphasizes by the day. Their arms are so warm and welcoming, willing to rid of the coldness on one’s skin, yet no one is willing to be warmed. They wake up with such beautiful hearts, but everyone is blind to the rare beauty and tend to ignore the opportunity to meet the best person they may have ever met. There are people who roam the earth who are so friendly, yet so lonely. Even through their loneliness, they haven’t given up. They still roam the earth, even when it is strenuous.
There are people who roam the earth who rid calories in heavy heaves late at night when everyone seems to be too sleepy to care. They eat little to none because their mind is trained to think about the expectation of their image, rather than the image that was fearfully and wonderfully made. They battle the army of self hatred that has a prolific amount of talented fighters who are skilled in ridding every hint of self love and every hint of elation. They are skilled in convincing others that hating themselves is easier than loving themselves, so why not make it easy and settle on hate? There are people whose minds are set on hating themselves and they wake up everyday doing exactly that. There are people with a disorder on their back that make the idea of reaching for perfection sound so sweet and they can’t ignore their sweet tooth. With self hatred taking over their lives, they haven’t given up. They still roam the earth, even if it is strenuous.
Life is tough, with muscles so fraught with strength that you have to start working out, too. Just by waking up everyday, just by being on earth, just by simply existing and being alive, you are working out. You are trying and you are doing it. You are alive and you are conquering. You are here and you are overcoming. You are a fighter and you are winning. I’ve never been prouder to be apart of an evil world with iniquitous aspects and wicked intentions knowing that people are battling the wickedness everyday. I’ve never been prouder to be apart of a world where people keep going, despite all evilness. Life is tough, but just by you breathing in and out through it all shows that you are tough, too. I am so proud. In fact, we all are. You inspire me and I can’t thank you enough for being a huge inspiration.