Life's Surroundings

Pieces of life are put together, not all at once, but slowly, each taking its turn. We think that people just come around but we see everyone for a reason. Things don’t always make sense because of this, but it works, and life has succeeded for many. People like to think of the world as their own place, and so they should, but to an extent. We must approve of others ways the same way they do for us, most of the time. You can look at a painting, maybe one of the best ones you’ve ever seen, and notice one little mistake. Then you think, who in life is that mistake, you know your different, at least you think you are, but that makes people try harder. When they try harder all is lost for they never have had a taste of their true selves, but only who they want to be, their idols. Things can be confusing, that’s what we have friends for. They come along at the best moments, and sometimes the worst, yet always there to help. Friends make you feel like superheroes, they figure out everything while letting you think you did it yourself, at least that’s the best kind. They don’t have to be the people you’ve known all your life, they are just as good, one is silver but the other gold is only one way of thinking about friends. Lifelong can only be for a day, and feel like forever. Have you ever noticed, that when in bed, quietly tucked in, all is silent except for a random noise here and there? I have, its frightening at times; why is that so? People can be a comfort in these times, but so can the mind, your greatest companion when you are alone, for it has all your memories of people, old friends, new ones, parents, siblings, or your own thoughts. Feelings that you’ve kept to yourself, a true blossom, can be the beginning to something greater, but only if you shared that with others and did not be selfish with your mind. You know yourself better than anyone else, hidden truths are within everyone, and the time to share is now, because everyone will share once you do, like a chain which you started. A package appeared, not sure who its from, Heather I suppose, but why to Maria and The Rossi’s? Its tall and wide, but who knows, its just another mystery to me, one to solve when the giver arrives, or so thought giver for all we know. Is it selfish to myself once more, if I do not open it, no it cannot be, or can it? Pain causes suffering yet it comforts others at times too, nonsense think the snobs, whom which only think of their selves, do not care of those who die or those who live. That’s not the way people should live life, but to the fullest. Care for everyone and they will care back, notice everyone and they will notice you in return, compliment others and receive the same, good comes from good and travels so on only so that everyone in the world can feel one persons pain or happiness. The circle of life is not only birth and death but feelings and trust, feelings travel even though it might not be noticed. Some don’t show their feelings, or if they do its only minor ones, the unimportant ones that will cover up the little ones. Those are the ones who will cry over spilled milk and not shed a tear for the cow. They are the true fighters, yet at the same time they are the weakest of all for not letting the faith inside of them out in the open. What has this world come to where peace is considered a thing of the past--retro as some might say. The world where there is a special place for the different ones, yet these are the ones who find a way to get the feelings out, through poetry, paint, or some other style, they find a way that wont hurt anyone, but only make the rest of the world a better place.  Will we ever come to realize that people all find their own way of doing things and that we just have to accept it? Questions dance, there is never a sure reply. There is only a sure reply when it is from someone you love, someone you care for --even if they don’t know that you care for them-- and someone that cares for and loves you too. Do I use love loosely? We are all somehow connected, therefore we all must love each other, but not as much as those close to us, still does that mean we can be consoled by anyone, those we don’t know, strangers to our lives.