I was trying to sleep but for some reasons, I couldn’t stop thinking about the people who go to sleep feeling lonely, about the girl who sits alone during lunch and sighs at the extra sandwich her mother made for her “friends”. I can’t stop thinking about people who are waiting to be discovered and heard including myself and just..you know? Acknowledged? This world can be cruel at times. I often fail to understand how it works. I know we are all supposed to play with the cards that are dealt to us but it’s unfair. I don’t think so anyone deserves to go to bed feeling worthless. Nobody deserves to think that they are boring or insignificant. It breaks my heart to know that there are people who feel that way. A whole lot of them. And I don’t really believe in god but if there’s something up there that looks after each one of us, i hope that force makes some changes in how this world works. I hope the guy who has 653 friends on Facebook, 53 followers on twitter finds at least one person he can talk to. I hope the girl who loves to chat but doesn’t really have friends because of some shitty rumour finds someone she can talk about her crush to. I hope the old lady who waits for her son’s call finally wakes up to him coming all the way home to surprise her. I hope the middle-aged man who quit his job to pursue his talent finds people who believe in him. I hope people are okay. I hope, irrespective of where they are, what they do, who they are with, i hope with all my heart that people are loved and accepted and celebrated. I hope no story goes untold. Hope. I guess hoping is all i can do right now. And i think that’s enough to pass this night.
•A survivor of the idiocracy•
YAMBIO DAVID 