This is me, Maryam, merely writing whatever’s
slipping through my typically-melancholic-but-not-so-melancholic-at-this-given-moment- mind, if that made any sense. So yes, you will find
grammatical errors of various forms, and yes, you will be reading the simplest
range of vocabulary, because, this is nothing more than my sixteen-year-old
self. And hopefully, my sixteen-year-old self shall, in some way, be in your
most interest.(I am as awkward as a cat lady, who hasn’t had any sort of
communication with any other living human being. So, ha! This is as interesting,
as a sack of grain.)
What I really wanted to talk about was, us. People. Humans.
Individuals, what we all share, and what makes us whole. It’s 12:30 AM, and I’m
in bed, these thoughts are pretty normal in my case. (Again, awkward cat lady figuration explains
this.) Moving on.
I just wanted to say: We’re all pretty incredible (This is
so cheesy. I will regret this tomorrow.). I mean, we might’ve practically
destroyed our very own planet, and slaughtered millions of our own species. We
also like to judge a lot, and we have this habit of destroying each other’s
half-self-esteem. We’re basically, a bundle of flaws accumulated together, to
form this imperfect structure that expects nothing but perfection. Funny,
aren’t we?
But, even with all this crap, we’re still are beautiful
species. Yes, we destroy more than we build, but look deeper. Right to the core
of this brick wall we all separate each other with, like we’re all different or
something. In this little core, you find this beautiful, fancy little thing
that is the sole reason to who we truly are. It’s what really brings us all
together, what makes me feel all mushy on the inside. It’s our stupid,
retarded, sometimes misinterpreted emotions.
So, let’s all put the politics, in addition to our failing
economy aside, and remember the funniest video we’ve ever seen. That one
special friend that practically joins in with your stupidity, rather than laugh
at it. Or those weirdoes we all love, and tend have the strangest conversations
with, or when our entire family bursts out laughing at the same time. Or, when
a random stranger offers a hand, or when everything for once, is just okay, because
someone somewhere cracked a joke. It could be from ourselves; maybe we
sometimes unconsciously bring ourselves some hilarious thought, remark, or memory. You see, it’s always the little things that
make us happy; bring us closer to the world we outwardly despise. It’s these
little connections, these little unforgettable-split-of-a-second moments of
complete and utter tranquility.
There’s this other thing too, there’s the sacrifice. It’s
stupid, if looked at exteriorly. But, quiet sane when you think about… Well,
no. It just makes sense, when regarding strong emotions. I guess? It’s a pretty
little thing, all in all. It’s sweet. There is no exact limit to sacrifice, no
precise definition to it either. It’s a number of things. It’s a mother, giving
her dying son her organ. It’s a woman, throwing away the rest of her world, for
the love of the new world in her arms. It’s a man giving, and giving, and
giving until all are almost content. It’s letting go, of everything that once
kept you stable, for a one out of a billion. It’s, a friend of trust, you could
say. It’s amazing, really, just think about it. Someone, somewhere has just
thrown away his or her everything, for nothing but a mere human. Because that
Some-Mere-Human, that random stranger, just happens to be that person’s new
world, that person’s new basis for everything.
They just gave it all away! ALL OF IT! It’s incredible, to
me at least.
At the end of the day though, it’s all love. With all the
crap going on around us, we still don’t actually mind trusting each other with
our all. We still give, and share. We
still have those who sit down, and listen to our pointless jibber. We still
care, and love. It’s all still there. And maybe, just maybe, we’re not so bad.
Maybe with our good people, maybe we could actually make it through this… Maybe
we have hope. So, what I’m trying to say is, all these connections, these things
we’d do for each other, these people that can mean so much to us, and the
little things that make us so happy, but are so small. These, maybe, are things
that are keeping us together. Maybe, we should pay more attention to them, I
guess.
