My Voice

I seek not perfection. I see beauty in the broken pieces. Show me your scars and I'll show you mine. That's where the real beauty lies - behind every lie you've ever spoken, within every tear in your heart, inside every lost dream. That's what makes us human. We are so aware of everything - every broken heartbeat, every quiet tear that rolls down our cheeks, every lonely night and cold morning. Our mere existence is so profound, our minds can hardly begin to grasp it. But try. Try for me. Tell me what you think at night as you lie alone in bed. Whisper your dreams to me: the ones you've lost and the ones you still desperately cling to. Tell me who you've loved, who broke your heart, who gives you hope, who lifts your soul. Show me the bruises, speak to me of every fall you've taken and stair you missed. Show me just how real you are because right now you seem so like a dream.

 We live in an age that you must teach people the value of the air we breathe and fight with billions of people to defend it. Take a deep breath in. Feel that? YOU NEED THAT. If it's not clean, it poisons your lungs. This can lead to many terrible fates such as tumors, cancer, and - eventually - asphyxiation. If we do not change the way we live, our entire species and almost every other species on this planet will die. Why? Because people are so stupid that they don't even realize we need to breathe. Or, they just don't care. Are we really that pathetic, humanity? I certainly pray not.