extreme awareness

extreme awareness of whats going on around us is crucial - i can't seem to stop thinking this, over and over - i also can't stop wondering why everyone isn't thinking it with me - what is going to have to happen for people to realize that we need each other, and without love, we have nothing - it keeps me up at night - the fact that there is people walking around with absolutely nothing, and no one will help them - is beyond logic to me - it makes NO sense at all - disturbing - i used to simply get sad about the condition of society, but now it's more like anger - appropriate anger - this is one of those subjects that not everyone is passionate about, and people disagree about - but, i don't think it should be - i think, anyone with half a heart, would agree that everyone deserves a chance, and another chance - and that, every human soul deserves a smile, or a hug, or a sincere "how's it goin?" - i'm not sure if i'll ever understand why there is a broken part of society, that seems to go un-noticed, but it's burdened me since i was a little bitty soul. and the passion inside of me does nothing but grow bigger every day.
so, i guess, what i'm trying to say - is that, i know that i can't feed every single hungry mouth, or clothe every person in need, or house every person that is without shelter - but, what i CAN do, and what YOU can do, is be sincere with the ones we can help - little sincerity goes a long way - like, remember his name, or praying for him every night, or give her your shoes - you have more at home
maybe i'm crazy, but, i believe that if we truly love each other, life is better - and it makes waking up worth it -

a day in the life

he said life had never been any good, as far back as he could recall. no real reasons. just mainly everything. he never really understood this world, why things were the way they were, mostly the pain he saw. it didn't add up. so, as soon as he learned how, he numbed the pain for as long as possible with any and every bottle he could find. percaset. oxycotin. tequila. whiskey. whatever. whenever. mainly tequila. no one could really figure out why he was so far away. the most beautiful soul you'd ever meet. amazing family. everyone loved the boy. they always spoke of the unlimited potential. talent. passion. what no one knew, is how deep is pain was, all the way back to when he was a little bitty soul. the things that happened every day that everyone accepted as "normal" burdened him too much. he thought too much. he wanted the answers to questions that kept him up at night. like, why do people hurt each other, better yet, kill each other. or, why do daddies leave their babies. innocent struggles. things like that. some said he was just too deep for this world, like he belonged somewhere else.
so, he fell in love with the only thing he could control. liquor. he gave his life to the bottle every night. and slowly, it shifted. it became the one thing he could not control. by the time he realized the outcome and the fight, he had lost. everything. over, and over again.
by this time, drugs and liquor were his only friend, and biggest enemy. and addiction had captured another victim. the spark in his eye faded, and his passion tucked neatly under the bed, for a rainy day.
his name and face isn't truly important, neither his age. what is important is the part we never really find out - the answer to his madness - will he make it? will he pull some hidden strength out of the bottom of his soul to keep going? the strength and passion he had before. or, will he fit nicely into a percentage of millions of others, that never figured it out. addicts. lost. misunderstood. a beautiful life ruined.
let's hope. support. learn. listen. everyone has a story. a reason. a brokeness. a passion. a chance. let's love each other.