Yeah, I didn't get much sleep.
"In any relationship,
there is one factor far more important than communication. It is respect. Any
human being deserves a level of respect which allows them to be treated as a
human. People forget that even the man who lives on the street has a name, had
parents and definitely has feelings. We allow ourselves to be cruel to those
around us and yet how are we better than any of them? We are merely humans
trying to be human and trying our hardest to make things work in a world that
gives us endless crap. We think strength and character can be bought, but in truth
it is when we have nothing that we learn our true capabilities. It’s when we
fail and learn to try again that our character grows. We are told to throw away
your dreams and flow money, survive and support your family no matter what it
costs. We are taught to be unhappy, to run ourselves into the ground and for
what? We are all lost, all unhappy and we taint the future generations with it.
We are our own worst enemies. What money or material can you take to the grave?
NONE! That is my point. Memories are all we have to take with us and even then
some of them leave us. I like to believe that we remember the fondest of our
memories and that we are taken to a place of joy before we pass-on.
They call me
stupid, call me useless, irresponsible and weak for following my dreams, but I
am the only one strong enough to not follow money. The only one brave enough to
pursue my dreams in the hope of finding what I truly love. I will be the
difference, I will be an outcast for it, but I don’t care. I will follow my
passion and I will be the best."
He looked down at what he had written, knowing it would
never be true. His shoulders slumped and his heat ached as he crumpled up the
yellow piece of paper and tossed it in the bin. He sighed, composed himself and
walked out the room. With the weight of the world he started his chores as his
family gossiped and insulted him. Each insult stung worse than the last, but he
knew to never show weakness, they would attack if he did. Silently he thought
of other worlds and faraway places, hoping one day he could leave, but knowing
that his family would stop at nothing to make him fail. His world was heavy,
with very few hand holds, such a careful balance. He was always controlled,
careful and observant. His family always dragged him under, he always got back
up. Perhaps someday he would find a place where people understood him and
accepted him, if such people existed. He took a deep breath and focused on the
dishes, scrubbing with careful control. His family better not know he’s upset,
they tend to find it unforgivable.
