Thinking.

Do you ever look outside your bedroom window and think about how the view that you're seeing, beautiful or not, isn't even a one-hundreth of this world? It amazes me how little I feel when I really think about it. We could make absolutely no difference in this world, or we could start a revolution and change it. There are so many people on this planet, way too many to be doing nothing about everything. Would we notice the peace if there were no torture and corruption? We would take advantage of it after a while and just be used to it. Peace is such a big deal to me. I don't understand guns, I don't understand fights, I don't understand violence. We are not here to create chaos between one another. Honestly, if someone were to walk up to me, if they had a reason or if they didn't, and hit me I would walk away. Maybe they would follow me, maybe not. But I could never hurt someone unless they were literally trying to kill me or hurt me sexually. If I can survive and be okay then I don't want to do anything. Violence is nonsense. I literally do not understand it. What do you feel like you accomplished after bashing someones face in and breaking their nose? Powerful? Then what?

One day I was down in the woods sitting by a waterfall in my favorite park and I started walking back up, feeling all the layers of the rocks and sticks and leaves and dirt under my feet and I thought about how many feet walked this same path that I am walking now. Everywhere we go is not untouched. Something at some point has visited that rock, that lake, that waterfall, that field. But you, as a person, are so small. There is no way you could be everywhere in your life time. And something I don't understand is how someone can just be so comfortable with looking out the same window year after year at the same backyard with the same tree. I want to see the world, or at least a lot of it. And I want to feel the air around my body and breathe it in and taste its freshness. I want to walk through grass and feel the water after it rains between my toes and the mud on my feet. I want to climb staircases and mountains. I'm in this little town that has just became a city by population a few years ago. I've lived here all my life. I see pictures of huge buildings, of the Great Wall of China, of Machu Pichu, of everything, and it just makes me want to be there.

I want to be somebody. I know most people want to be somebody, but I don't mean it in a way like they do. I don't care to be known by everyone and loved by everyone. I want to help people. I want to change people's lives in anyway that I can. I feel like I was put on this earth to give people hope in their own lives. I don't feel like I am here just to satisfy my family and myself. I don't feel like I was put here to invent something that will save the world though either. I am here to create beauty. I want people to see my art or read the things I wrote or listen to the words I say and feel changed in some way or another. I want to make people feel like there's hope and like there is a reason they are here as well, and a reason all of the good and bad has happened in their lives. I don't want anyone to feel like they aren't worth it.