Write

Write, they said. So I write. I write for all humans. I write for those who love being here, and for those who would rather not be. I write for those who are feel accomplished and those consumed with failures. I write for those who feel safe, and for the defenseless. I write for those who have hope and those whose hope is lost. I write for the joyful and the depressed, tired and empty. I write for those who walk the surface of the earth and even the dead. I write for those consumed with fear, living in that wild box and going round in it’s circles.

I write for the abused and the traumatized. I write for those whose souls have been exchanged, for that one who could have been another person, not this. I write for don't who don't remember themselves, those who search and those who do not bother. I write for those the heartbroken and the lucky ones who know peace. 

I write for those who feel everything and those who feel nothing. I write for the conscientious and those have no conscience. I write for those who have overcome, and to all of us still becoming, may we experience happy endings.

I write for the free, the oppressed and the defeated. I write for those who have overcome grief, and for those of us who may never get over it. Perhaps as I write, we all will feel the burden getting lighter and the pain getting lesser. I write for the ones who have healed, those who are healing and those who are hurting.

I write for the insecure, and for those who do not feel seen. I write for the poor, the ashamed, the sick, the forgotten. I write for the privileged and those who have never enjoyed it, none of us asked for the life we got (or maybe we did in another world). I write for the orphans, the motherless, the fatherless. I write for the widow and the widowers. 

I write for those who are truly happy, who life has been kind to. I write for the unhappy, those who the earth has been unkind to and for those who toil the earth. I write for those who hope, those who believe, and those who eagerly seek and await greatness.

I write for those who dream, and the ones who have forgotten. I write for those who have lost their vision and those who never had any. I write for those who have questions, who seek to understand the very essence of man and the entire existence. I write for those who know, and those who may never understand the concept of mankind. I write for those who believe in God and for those who don't. I write for those who are uncertain, torn in between what seems like two truths.

I write for those who fit in, and for those who do not conform; for those who choose to be different, because what would the world be like anyway if we were all the same? I write for spirits that wander, the deep minds and the shallow ones. I write for those who have clarity but have no means.

My only wish as I write is that each one will eventually find peace; that somehow the universe turns over and over until it brings each man his own joy, and grant him enough time to enjoy it. I hope that the universe aligns to purge itself of pain, wickedness, grief and sorrow. 

My soul also wishes for fairness, that those who feed the world with wickedness get back wickedness in return; and those who feed the world with kindness and love, get back plenty of it with joy in return.