Pain

I just want the pain to stop. I want the unnecessary pain inflicted on every corner of this earth to stop. You see the burning sensation I feel inside is not self hurt. I am on the verge of bursting into a million pieces because all I see is pain and suffering world wide. Children being robbed of the bright light that once use to shine from their eyes. Killing of innocent women and children. People being chased out of their countries and homes all because greed and power has spread through the veins of those that oppress us. When we going looking for humanity in times of need it is no where to be found! Why?!?! Why are people not allowed even some of their simplest human rights?!?! what makes some more privileged than others?! Money?! I say to hell with the money and power!!!! I’m tired of just sitting around and watching those suffering. I’m tired of saying I want to help make a difference and not taking a step forward! Yes donating and supporting is great, but we need to get our hands dirty we need to help pick up the pieces when those that have fallen and can’t get back up. We need to be able to work hand in hand. Saying we want to do something compared to actually performing the task at hand are 2 completely different things. We need to be that ray of hope that there is some sort of humanity left on this earth.

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We are in a constant search for something bigger than ourselves, a purpose, something that will give our lives meaning. A meaning more great than the world has ever known. We struggle to find the one thing that sets us apart from the rest, but don’t really know why. Why is we feel the need to fill the void within our hearts so badly? What is it that you are missing so badly you can not live without? What extravagantly catastrophic event is suppose to occur in order for one to be happy? What is the true meaning of love?

The question will always go back to WHAT? What do we want?

The truth is it is up to us to decide who we want to be. When we were born, we were born a blank canvas, a book with blank pages. As we grow older each year we hold the pen that will allow us to write our story. We can choose to be the hero, the outcast, the comedian, the villain, the peacemaker, or the lover. The options are endless and the world is at our feet, the doors that are said to be closed are actually open. Once God lifts the veil that covers our eyes then we will be able to see the infinite possibilities. What we fail to realize is that we have the capacity to rewrite the wrongs we have made and fix them. This world is only temporary and may vanish at any moment or any given time.

God has given us the free will to  be the author of our lives. What will your story look like and who will you choose to be?