You feel it?

Maybe you do feel it, the rotting composure of your attitude. The regrets, the 'I should have done this' moments. You can always wage a war against yourself and society; maybe make a difference for the moment. We always forget about those; befallen the true heroes of civilization. Intellectual mindset that is. It's so forgotten, that reading a book is unheard of. Paying attention to our world is vividly unreal. Seeing each other as children of a power that is unreal to us, is gone. We all go around like ants almost.

Imagine this: you see someone on the sidewalk approaching, you go to view them only to look down at the last moment. What is that? The awkward notion that they may be thinking about you? Or is it our societal system that says "hey, you're an ant, nothing more." I have a challenge for you. When you see someone on a sidewalk, in a train, or a bus; tell them hello. In fact, introduce yourself. It's exhilarating, breaking that awkward silence. Just to saying hello lets someone know that you care. So, the next question to you my lovely citizen friends is: when did you realize that you're alive?

Was it the first cut that drew blood? Or was it when your heart was broken? Do you feel alive? Ask yourself that question, are you living to your potential. I know that's a cliche question, think about it. What do you wish you were doing right now? So why aren't you doing it? Granted, I can't talk. I wish so many things, some unrealistic almost. However, stop and look around. Breathe. Have another challenge for you: everyday realize you're alive. This may come from saying to yourself, I'm lucky to be here or it may come in the form of a question. For example, "what did I do for someone else, am I living?"

This may sound melodramatic and a reasoning that I can't sustain. Guess you're right, but we can all take a breathe and share the air pollution. Wage the war and don't give up. Say hello to a stranger. Remind yourself that you're living. We're not ants, we're not to be fondled nor broken. We're humans, a product of evolution; a design that's beautiful.