"Dear World,
There is too much pain going on today. I can't see it, but I can hear everyone crying, on their knees. I can feel it in the air, that lingering black cloud of sorrow. Is it always going to be like this? I want to say it won't, but I'm not sure. I want to do something but I can't. All I have are my thoughts, my dreams, my mind. I can't do anything as one person.
So I write to you today, world.
Please, end the crying.
Sincerely,
Your Child"
I found this letter--scrawled on a paper bag in marker--on the sidewalk a few days ago. It caught my eye, so I picked it up. I don't know when it was written, who wrote it.. but it symbolizes a lot today. It stands for everything. Yes, very obviously the bombs in London, the dying in Africa, but also for the young teenager down on themselves and don't know why. The people that pray for a loved one in the hospital. The little boy without a mother or a father. Everything. Our generation has a lot of obstacles to work through, doesn't it? It's a little depessing--it separates people through differences, yet inspiring--it forces everyone to work as one people towards a greater goal. What a conundrum. Will we get through this? I don't know.
Well, there's my share on the current state of the world. Am I bugging you? I didn't mean to bug you.
Things are going fine on my side of the universe. That song, the Relient K cover of VeggieTales' "The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything" has been repeating obsessively in my head and I don't know what to do about that. I got a newsletter from Monterey Trail about the Freshman Orientation Ceremony in two weeks. I can't believe that school's in a month from now. Kind'a crazy. Not too sure about what math class I'll be in.. I'm pretty sure STAR/SAT-9 scores have failed me.. I guessed on most of them.. at least I hear I'm not the only one. Hope, yet!
On a different, more horrific-for-me note, my cat, Kitty (yeah, that black & white picky one that I had a picture of in an earlier entry) has been MIA for the last week or so. My parents are convinced he's dead, while I'm still in that lovely state of denial. But he's never been away this long..
Thanks to everyone that's mailed me stuff. I really appreciate it; it makes my day. Still trying to reply to everything (which.. uhhh.. isn't too much, really) but the lazy hand attacks my active spirit.
Thank you and good day.
Today's lesson: Even when people don't listen at first, keep talking; don't give up. Eventually, they'll pay attention. That's the only way we can make the dreams take shape.
promise me you'll try
Bye for now.