Celebrate

[Matthew]

This isnt a poem. Its not really prose... its just thoughts that are too infrequent in this world.

Sometimes, the pain is more than one can bare.
Sometimes, dreams crumble into the air.
More often than not, what we struggle for falls apart.
The battle is lost, and the goal grows farther every day.

Lonliness. emptiness, a being without purpose,
I strive and struggle and collapse again, and again.
These thoughts are not alien to everyone else.
The futility of desiring a better world....

But think for a second, whenever we fall, someone catches us.
There is always another person there. The world sinks like stones into a lake of apathy, and all of us are complteley done for, but at that last moment, there is always a hand.

There is nothing to run from here, because here, there is always someone to lean on.

And never forget, how beautiful the world we live in is, and how beautiful each of our individual dreams are. Failure does not excuse giving up. Never forget that better place you want to carve into the world, and no matter how many times the goal runs away from you, never stop carving that better place.

Someday, we are bound to, as a people, succeed. We have succeeded so many times in the past. Think about the revolution in America. Thinka bout Ghandi. Think about Martin Luther King Jr.

Their victories have been greater combined, than all the faliures ofthe world, and each one of us is entitled, through our perserverance, our own victory, and our own realized destinies.

Never stop fighting, only to Despair. Despair is useless, and in this world, only kindness matters.

Sorry for the rambling, i just figured id shine some sunlight...

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Also, I want to modify the last line...For a tag...That OK?

[Matthew]

Thats fine. the purpose was to make people smile. if that makes you smile, then the rambling serves her purpose.