August 10, 2008

Sometimes I wonder if the world has anything left to offer me. At times, it feels like all there is left are headaches and heartaches. Déjà vu is everywhere, but at the same time it’s not enough to help me find the true comfort that I’m looking for. Even the pleasant memories and pastimes replay each other so much, yet so little, that it’s a wonder that they haven’t faded away completely. I want something new to hope for; something new to get excited about every day. I need the reassurance that “it’s all good.â€?
Yet I believe that I am being selfish on this matter; not so much for what I hope for, but for who I wish it upon. Instead of asking what the world has to offer me, I should be asking, “What do I have to offer the world?â€?
I bet countless other people are feeling the same emotions I am, just for varied reasons. Maybe someone lost their house or a parent or grandparent died. Perhaps someone’s friends truly did abandon them.