Chasing God Beams in Iceland (via Photomike07)
Whoever you are, I'm sorry.
Every day we go to school with hundreds of other students. We walk from class together, we attend pep rallies together, and we even have some of the same classes. Some of us are friends, some enemies, some unaware of each other’s existence.
But every day one, seven, fifteen, or even a hundred students feel worthless. Fifty students in your lunch period contemplate their lack of friends, while twenty four in your gym period wonder why nobody wants to be on their team. Two students in your journalism class write short stories based on the abandonment they face every day from their parents, and three about a time when they used to be loved.
When you notice someone walking through the halls with their headphones on, what song is playing? When someone in your science class spends the period ignoring the lesson, what are they thinking about? When your best friend comes to school in a daze for the third day in a row, what is really on her mind?
You think you’re the center of the universe. You think you know what it’s like to feel loss, fear, and sorrow. Nobody knows anybody else; I could be abused night after night by my boyfriend, and you would never know how it happened. I could wander the streets at night, searching for darkness or someone to hide with, and you would never know why I left my bed. I could spend every day pasting a smile on my face, practicing a laugh that sounds real, and telling stories about my exciting weekend, but you would never know that every word and emotion is a lie.
We think we know our friends. We think we know our grade, our school, our generation. We think we know why people hate, and love, and hurt, and save, and murder, and die. The truth is, we’re only kids. And even if we weren’t, adults don’t know either.
Nobody knows anything, as hard as they try to figure it out. What I don’t understand, is why we can’t be afraid together. Why does one person’s pain have to be another person’s pleasure? Why is the world so judgmental and unforgiving?
I don’t know who you are; I don’t even know your first name. What I do know, is that you’re human, and you’re trying to find your way in this world; maybe you’ve gotten your heart broken again and again, or you’ve gotten laughed at one too many times. Maybe your family doesn’t show you they care enough, or your friends don’t call you anymore. Maybe you’re just lonely, and tired, and frustrated, and desperate.
I want you to know, you’re not alone when you feel these things. There are currently 6 billion, 969 million, 927 thousand, 227 people in the world, and none of them are happy. They might be happy for a day, or a week, or even a month, but no one is indefinitely happy. Every person’s life has peaks, and valleys, canyons, and mountains.
What I’m trying to say is that it’s ok to feel badly about who you are, or who you used to be, or who you’re becoming. It’s ok to hate your parents, or your country, or society. It’s not ok to think, for one second, that you are the only one.
Next time you find yourself wanting to end your life, remember the 6,969,927,227 other people in the world, and how they feel exactly the same way; not every single one of them all in this moment, but most of them have at one point, or will in the future, or never got the chance to.
Whoever you are, we’re thinking of you. We’re happy you’re not lost forever, and that you will be given a second chance. Whoever you are, we’re sorry.<3
This. Exactly. <3
Whoever wrote this is pure amazing. Thank yous.
I don’t know who wrote this but I want to thank them. And I want them to write more so I can read a whole novel. A novel that I would buy, because they deserve something for actually understanding that there is no way to understand what’s going on, but just being there helps.
What’s the world’s greatest lie?… It’s this: that at a certain point in our lives, we lose control of what’s happening to us, and our lives become controlled by fate.
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| — | Paulo Coelho (via kari-shma) |
