Sometimes we turn a corner, without doing anything out of the ordinary, driving towards the sun the same route as always, and we grasp the concept that there is a world outside ours. That it is bigger and bolder than you and I. That neither of us are, or shall be, the first, last, boy or girl who will go through these feelings of sadness, betrayal, affection, understanding and anger. That everyone tries to deal wih the balance of reality and public opinion, and the actions that our actions will restult and mean, and the consequence of which we must live with.
Recently, especially, in this pretentious womb, I stopped taking note that there are people outside my own circles, people who did more, thought more, achieved more. People who are open to comprehend my past and present, and who will recur, support and curtail my exaggerated feelings.
My narrow view on society’s intelegence and troubles did nothing but harm me and allow me to wallow in self-pity and egocentric teachings. I would love to see the world through your eyes. If I were to step in your shoes and shoulder your pain would I come out, what you are today?