Full of love
When I remember how much good people have, what every day miracles they are able to perform, it affirms my faith in humanity. We're just trying to live. Sometimes negativity is all some people know. However, I believe that can be changed.
I'm not asking people to be generic. I'm just asking for mutual respect. I can't make people change; people make the decision to let themselves change. I can, though, try to invoke as much thought as I can into the mind's heart that might just be enough to make a desirable impact.
Negativity is necessary, nevertheless. With no contrast, there is no concept of what is positive. Without black, there can't be white, and vice versa. Life comes in shades of grays, and life can't be gray without both shadows and highlights. No one thinks of gray as an "empty" color; yes, it might be dull, but notice that voids are better defined as fully white or fully black. Lives would be empty, biased, and extreme without combination.
Earlier, I wrote an entry expressing my frustration over no one really reading this journal anymore. I resolved just recently, though, that there is someone out there who really cares about what I have to say. A month ago, I was put in a situation that really made me realize the impact of my words. I don't say the "right" things all the time, but some people do really value what comes out of my mouth (or in this case, the pixelized text that spills onto computer monitors). Some of my speeches get more or less commentary than others, but that doesn't mean that everyone who reads into what I have to say says something in return. There are always silent lurkers in the audience. The point I'm trying to convey: you'd be surprised at who is listening, or at least, who cares about what you and what you have to say.
Even though my relationships with some people aren't at their peak, even though my parts of the dorm are a mess, even though my work ethic is faltering, even though I'm fighting my way through my worries, I'm still happy for what I do have. I have myself, I have my confidence, I have my faith, I have love. I have my moments of seeing just the black or just the white, but either way, I always redirect myself toward the many grays of reality.
I'm not asking people to be generic. I'm just asking for mutual respect. I can't make people change; people make the decision to let themselves change. I can, though, try to invoke as much thought as I can into the mind's heart that might just be enough to make a desirable impact.
Negativity is necessary, nevertheless. With no contrast, there is no concept of what is positive. Without black, there can't be white, and vice versa. Life comes in shades of grays, and life can't be gray without both shadows and highlights. No one thinks of gray as an "empty" color; yes, it might be dull, but notice that voids are better defined as fully white or fully black. Lives would be empty, biased, and extreme without combination.
Earlier, I wrote an entry expressing my frustration over no one really reading this journal anymore. I resolved just recently, though, that there is someone out there who really cares about what I have to say. A month ago, I was put in a situation that really made me realize the impact of my words. I don't say the "right" things all the time, but some people do really value what comes out of my mouth (or in this case, the pixelized text that spills onto computer monitors). Some of my speeches get more or less commentary than others, but that doesn't mean that everyone who reads into what I have to say says something in return. There are always silent lurkers in the audience. The point I'm trying to convey: you'd be surprised at who is listening, or at least, who cares about what you and what you have to say.
Even though my relationships with some people aren't at their peak, even though my parts of the dorm are a mess, even though my work ethic is faltering, even though I'm fighting my way through my worries, I'm still happy for what I do have. I have myself, I have my confidence, I have my faith, I have love. I have my moments of seeing just the black or just the white, but either way, I always redirect myself toward the many grays of reality.