Good morning.
In the calm of daily life, switches turn and friends are found and lost.
Sometimes I truly think that I stir up chaos in my life, just to make sure I am still breathing. In my heart I know that I try to keep a place in my heart for those that have gone through the same journey with me, by my side. Evidence contradicts that thought, as I look around and see only new faces. There is no remorse, or regret...I would say its more disappointing then anything. But even still, I find myself not caring. I have watched people my whole life and have thought to myself that this world of selfishness is quite remarkable. It is remarkable because so many can be all about themselves yet interact with so many around them, and in that selfishness there "mark" appreciates the time even more. Yet when you devote time and energy, you create the "mark" in yourself. Giving the masses a target to take advantage of. Not to say that this is the end of my compassion...it is a realization that one must speak out. One must be proactive, not the word...but the action. They must think outside of this materialistic, self centered world, and see what we can do for the betterment of this world. What is a life...if you are not prepared to fight for what you believe in. I found myself trying to blend myself into the public, but no matter the effort I found that there are many things that I just can't do. I can not betray a friend, I can not stand around and let someone be harrassed or embarrassed by racial comments. I can not compromise what I believe in just to please you. I am what I am. Now is the time when I must do what I must to make it in this world. But I do so, with heart in hand, and a determination to prove to this world that nice guys can, and will finish first.
