Beautiful Eyes

I love eyes.
Oh goodness. I really do. Eyes are marvelous.
Lately, I've really been paying attention to people's eyes. More than my regular passing glance. I've been watching closely. Trying to learn something from everybody I meet without saying anything at all. It's pretty amazing some of the things I've learned.
I think the biggest epiphany I've had though is that there is not a single person in the world that doesn't have beautiful eyes. Trust me. I've looked. And though I've not been around the world, I've seen it. The internet made that possible.
Your eyes are beautiful. Why? Because your soul shows through your eyes. There are ways to enhance the outer beauty of the eyes, but that is not what I am talking about. I am talking about looking past the makeup and eye color. Into the soul of the other person. There is light there. It doesn't matter if you are Hitler or Ghandi. There is light. Some men have very little. They've suppressed it. Some men haven't done anything with that light, only left it to remain still. But then there are those who cultivate that light. Those are the people who have the most beautiful eyes.
It is said that when giving a speech, it doesn't matter what you say to the people, because people will never remember your words. But people will remember how you made them feel. That statement applies to a person's eyes too. Sometimes when you look at a person, their presence strikes you. You automatically gravitate towards them. Why? Because of the light in their eyes, I believe. Something in each of us outside of conscious thought is really good at seeing the light in other people's eyes, and when that something recognizes the sort of light you are most seeking in another person, it signals your brain. BAM! You are struck by their presence. You may not even notice that they have beautiful eyes. But if you look, you'll see that they do. Everybody does, because the eyes tell a story that the mouth cannot. The eyes tell the story of the good and the bad. The suffering and the glory. The trials and joy. There is a reason that it's difficult to look people in the eyes. Sometimes you see more than you want to, or give away pieces of yourself which you wished to keep hidden. If you divert your eyes, other people have a harder time seeing that.
Really, they eyes are the key to vulnerability and authenticity.
So look closely next time you're out. Maybe even spend an hour on a park bench watching people's eyes as they walk by. You'll learn a lot more than you'd think.
Try it. Maybe you'll see what I see.

I Don't Feel, and I Miss It

Sometimes I amaze myself at how little I feel.
Seeing this from a completely logical perspective.
But I miss feeling things.
I miss feeling a lot of things. And, really, I do feel most things. Happiness and pain. Anger and sadness. Joy and hope.
I just lack feeling connected. I think that's what it boils down to. I love my friends so much. But I don't feel connected to them. Not like I used to, and that is not their fault. My friends online I don't feel connected to for reasons unknown to me. My friends in person I don't feel connected to because I seldom if ever see them. That's my fault, really.
But why? Why even when I am with these people do I struggle to feel? It's interesting to observe, but it's lonely to experience. I don't know what I did. I don't know what changed. Whatever it was, I wish I could change it. I desire to change it. It just feels like every time I begin to connect with somebody, I hit a wall. A wall so great that I can't jump it. I can't dig under. I can't go around, and I can't climb it. I have to break it. But I have no clue how. My efforts of will seem to come to nothing. My ideas of what is wrong all seem to come to naught. I feel helpless.
And it makes me frustrated. Because I miss that. I miss being chatted by someone saying, "Hey Dallin! I've got this grand epiphany to share with you!" And then really feeling their words as they spell out their ideas to me. I miss having my own epiphany as they share theirs. I miss feeling happy with myself and happy in my relations with friends.
I miss feeling good in plain old casual conversation with my friends.
I want to feel those things so bad.
But I don't.
Oh well.
Life goes on.

Power Struggle: Advice to Parents on How to Deal With Teens

Oh the power struggle.
Adult vs. Emerging Adult.
What a silly, silly thing.
It doesn't do anybody any good. Nobody is benefiting from this fight. Everybody loses. Adult loses respect of child, child loses faith in adult. Nobody wins.

So, let's start with why.
It's important to start with a why.
Why am I writing this post?
I am writing because I believe my words have the potential to help parents and children to get along better.
That being said, here we go.
We all know the scenario.
Child does something parent doesn't like. Parent warns child to stop. Child continues. Parent threatens child. Child continues. Parent punishes child. Child resents parent. Child waits until parent isn't looking and does said act again until caught. Parent finds out and punishes child more severely. Child resents parent even more, and rebels with more vigor. Parent punishes with more vigor. Anger and resentment build, relationships and families are broken. Repeat cycle.
How do we break that cycle?
That's a good question. It's a vicious cycle that escalates quickly.
It starts in the heart of the parent.
How does the parent respond to disobedience internally? I ask this question because it doesn't matter how the parent responds externally. If they feel something different internally than they do externally, what's inside will come out eventually with more vigor than it should as a result of being bottled up. Bottled up feelings never leave until released. They never just go away. It takes conscious effort to be rid of them. Beside that, children are especially sensitive. They can feel bottled up feelings. Act externally as you feel internally, and then if what you did was wrong, change how you think so you may change how you act.
There are basically two ways to respond to rebellion.
#1 Respond with force.
Responding with force is great in the fact that it does no good at all. Sure, it gets immediate results. Especially initially. The problem with responding with force is that the parent isn't actually teaching the child anything. The parent is imposing their will upon the child and expecting them to conform without a question. This makes a child feel squished. Stomped on. Children have dreams and hopes. Ideas and questions. If a parent never addresses those, how can they expect a child to learn and grow? How can a parent expect a child to learn how to be a good, decent person? The use of force is the worst way to raise a child.
#2 Respond with guidance.
Responding with guidance is difficult. A parent will never get the immediate results they desire which they would from force. However, being a parent isn't about imposing your will upon your child. It's about teaching them how to be a good person. Responding with guidance requires greater effort on the parent's part, and greater willingness to deal with the consequences of their children's actions. Parents must remember, as soon as children are born they start making decisions. People will fail. People will make mistakes. If a parent does not allow their child to make decisions for themselves, (even if those decisions are mistakes) while they're at home, how does a parent expect their child to make proper decisions when they leave home? Unless their child is in mortal danger, parents should very seldom if ever use force. Using guidance is a great thing. It's not just about letting a child make mistakes. It's about letting a child develop confidence in him/herself. It's about allowing a child to be a child, no matter what kind of mistakes they make. Children are smart. One way or another they'll figure out what's right and what's wrong. Parents must be patient in the meantime. When a child is going into a situation where the parent thinks they may do something wrong, a parent should give advice and then respect the decision that the child makes. Eventually, as the child learns that the parent is right, the child will come to the parent for advice with an open heart. That is a healthy relationship.
A word of caution on giving advice.
When giving advice to anybody, especially a child, it needs to really be advice. It must not be a command phrased like advice. That's worse than a straightforward command, because it makes the parent seem sly and untrustworthy. If a person gives advice and then gets angry when the person they give advice to doesn't follow it, that's not advice. That's a command. Advice must be given with the understanding that whomever it is given to has the choice to accept it or not. Also, advice given that is not welcome is worse than not saying anything at all. A person is wise to make sure their advice will be accepted before they say anything at all. One good way of doing that is simply to ask. May I give you a piece of advice? If they say no, don't give it. Plain and simple. If they say yes, speak gently and with love. Any other way will be far less effective.
Basically, a parent ought to treat their child like they were given that child from God himself.
Because they were.
Remember that.
A person may say, "You are 16, what do you know about raising children?" or, "You haven't met my child. You have no clue how hard this would be."
To both of those points I concede. That person would be correct. I have never raised a child of my own. I don't know their child. That's correct. And that's okay. They are entitled to their opinions. But I am correct. I never said that this way of raising children would be easy. I never said I had experience in it. I never even said that children will grow up to be the adult that the parent wants them to be. But the child will have made that decision for him/herself.
I may be naive, but I am not foolish. I understand what being a parent is about. It's about being an example for my children. Guiding. Loving. Respecting. Taking care of and providing a living for. Teaching them what I believe to be true. And, in all of this, allowing them to maintain their agency.
I understand that it will be difficult. How difficult? I do not know. But God will help me.
So, I have a question for you.
Are you raising your children properly?
Or, if you do not yet have children,
Do you intend to raise them properly?
It's something to think about. Think long and hard, because this is a duty given to you by God.
Don't let Him down.

If I Had a Million Dollars

If I had a million dollars, I would serve the world.
I'd go to Africa and do more than spend a couple of weeks there and have a feel good story to remember years later. I'd go to Africa and live there for a couple of months or a year and really get to know the people. Understand the place. I'd serve them, love them, and become one of them.
I'd go to South America and learn how they live. I'd become one of them. I'd teach them, learn from them, love them, and serve them.
I'd go to the homeless shelters in America and teach the homeless how to become wealthy, but more than that, I'd learn how to be poor from them. There is more wisdom in that than you'd think.
I would climb to the very top of Mount Everest itself and proclaim to the world the light of Christ.
You see, that's the way to bring people out of poverty.
That's the way to make people wealthy.
That's the way to happiness.
The light of Christ.
Love of all men.
See, it all comes down to one point, and the point is this.
That if I really, sincerely love you, and you really, sincerely love me, the world will change.
Poverty will disappear almost overnight. Hate will be gone.
Violence, envy, war, corruption, lying, pride, anger, resentment.
Gone overnight.
So you see, the way to change the world is to show the people in it how to love each other.
Because if I sincerely love you, and you sincerely love me, and we sincerely love every one else, and they love us, the human genius will be unlocked.
All of a sudden, with the disappearance of sin, will also come the disappearance of hunger. Poverty will be gone. Slavery and tyranny will cease to exist.
The world will prosper beyond comprehension.
So you want to change the world?
Love other people.

If I had a million dollars, I would spend it teaching people how to love.
That's what I'd do.
What about you?

Untitled

My heart feels good tonight.

I feel at ease. Comfortable. Happy. Full of love for all people.

I feel like the gates of my heart have been opened. Like my heart which I have guarded so closely for the last while is finally free. I feel like I can really love people again. Without reserve. I don't feel scared or ashamed. I feel peace.

Come, see my heart. See my soul. It's okay. Those things were meant to be seen. Never hidden, but shown forth like a medal, a badge of great honor. Honor so great that it was bestowed upon me by God himself. 

What a wonderful blessing.

I just want to scream to the world,

I am not ashamed! :D

Isn't it wonderful? :D

Come, be a part of me. Of my life. Of who I am. I would love that. I really would. Because I love you.

I love you.

I really do. 

Isn't it wonderful? :D

The Impossible

Were you ever told as a child what was and wasn't impossible?
Did you ever say, "Daddy, I want to invent a time machine!" or, "Mommy, I want to fly without a plane!" Did you ever say anything like that?
I did.
Most of the time the adults I was talking to would look at me, smile, and say, "Okay, you do that. :D" or, "How exciting! :D How are you going to do it?"
But sometimes, I'd have a really fantastic idea. One that would absolutely change the entire course of history and mankind. I'd even have a mechanism for my idea. Granted, the usually naive type of mechanism that comes from a child's brain, but a mechanism anyway. I'd get excited and share my idea only to have some adult or another say, "Oh no, child. You can't do that. That's impossible." and then site some law of physics or something. So I'd look at them, and say, "Okay, watch me." as is the nature of many children. Then I'd go to work on how to do it. But the harder the work got, the deeper the thinking and learning, the more I'd realize how far I had to go, and the more that voice would echo, "Oh no, child. You can't do that. That's impossible." And every time I heard it, I started to rationalize the idea of quitting. "Well, this will take too long. And I never really wanted it anyway." Or, "Meh, they're right. I'm too young anyway." And I'd never give my idea the time it deserved. Thus, over time, my ideas became only ideas. Nothing more. Because I was told by everyone around me whether by direct speech or means more subtle that my ideas couldn't work. So I stopped believing too.
What would have happened if I was never told that anything I believed was impossible? How would my life have changed? To be honest, probably not at all. I probably would have never finished a single one. But do you know what I would have? I would know for sure that whether I failed or succeeded, the people I shared my ideas with would believe in my ability to achieve the impossible. That's a simple knowledge that goes a long way. More than just childhood whims. That knowledge carries on into adulthood. Into everything a person does for the rest of their lives, knowing that somebody believes in them will push them past where they would normally go. That's important.
So, to the great thinkers, dreamers, and minds of the world today. Young and old, free and enslaved, rich and poor.
Silence the critics.
It doesn't matter what they say to you. It doesn't matter what they think of what you are doing.
Do it anyway.
Love them, and be polite. But when it comes right down to them getting in your face and telling you that it will never work, silence them.
They are not worth your time.
Instead surround yourself with other great minds. People in search of the impossible just as you are. Find the people that are willing to challenge everything, even to the existence of God itself, and never deny truth no matter the results. They will uplift you. They will help you. They will inspire you to greater things than you ever thought possible. In their presence, you will find truth.
And never, ever, tell someone what is or isn't impossible, because with those words you shape a person's belief in themselves to achieve.

Most importantly of all remember this.
Never tell a child what is or isn't possible, for chances are by the time they grow up, it will have happened. If you tell them that anything at all is not possible, you take away much of their potential to create and achieve.

Now go find the impossible.

Why I Don't Wear Sunglasses

If you know me, think about the times you've seen me.
If you don't know me, go stalk me on Facebook and Google+. That's totally fine with me.
Very seldom will you see me with sunglasses. Mostly when I'm driving, or when a friend finds a pair on the bottom of a creek and gives them to me. (Shout out to those Canadians. ^_^ )
I just don't like them. Here's why.
Communication is one of the most important things in the world. Without communication, we are nothing. This, what you're reading right now, it's communication. From me to you. The device that you are reading this on, that's the result of a communication of ideas from someone that had the idea to someone else who knew how to make it happen. The Earth itself is a great big result of communication from God to the elements of the universe saying, "Hey, I want you to be here and act in this way."
That's how it is.
There are different forms of communication just as there are different parts of people.
There is physical communication. Punching someone in the face. Giving someone a hug. Giving someone a massage. Those things are physical communication. And while they convey other types of communication as well, they are primarily physical; just as the examples to follow will be primarily in their own categories.
There is emotional communication. This one really isn't conveyed on it's own. It moves mostly through physical and mental communication by way of words and deeds.
There is mental communication. Conveyed through speaking, mainly.
Then there is one that is quite special. Something that God gave us, but something that is often overlooked.
Spiritual communication.
How does a person communicate spiritually? I'm not talking communicating with other spirits that don't have bodies. That's devilish. I'm talking about communicating with the spirits that are the people which are around you. The spirits of your friends, your family, your neighbors. Living people.
How does that work? Is it just a feeling? Is it conveyed through other forms of communication?
To be honest, I don't know exactly. I have my ideas, but I really don't know for sure.
But, here's what I do know.
The eyes are the windows of the soul.
In your eyes exists your entire being. Your soul. Your life, your energy, your spirit.
And in your eyes, I can see that. I can see your soul. That is how I communicate spiritually.
I need to see your eyes.
We must remember though. Communication is a two way thing. I convey my message, you respond, and vice versa.
I need you to see my eyes. Because I won't always tell you what I feel or think. Even if I want too, I can't always say it. Communication of the spirit does not translate well into speech.
I want you to know what I think, what I feel, what I know. I want you to understand, because as articulate as I am on this blog, I can't speak like I write. But I can show you what I mean. You only need to see my eyes. You only need to speak with my soul.
Sometimes I don't want people to see my soul. I don't want you to see my sorrow. My shame. My guilt. I was built to uplift and inspire, to edify and to spread joy. Not to bring people down. I don't like people to see my sadness. As vulnerable as I try to be, I have walls too. Walls that I sometimes don't know I have until they break and the vulnerability trapped inside of them gushes out like a dam burst all at once. And that's the thing. I want to be vulnerable. I know that vulnerability is the only way to a sincere and fulfilled life. It's what God tries to get a person to recognize all their life. Be humble. Be meek. Be submissive. Be you, is what he's saying. Be vulnerable. Because when you've truly vulnerable, you're being who you really are.
If you ever want to know something from me, look at my eyes. Make me look at you. You'll see everything you need to know. Because you'll see me for who I am. I won't hide who I am behind a dark screen. I won't run. I will stand. I will be vulnerable.
Will you?

Finding Passion In Life

People say all the time to follow your passion.

Maybe that's a flawed idea.

I was watching a TED talk by Mike Rowe the other day. He was talking about hard work and the different jobs that people do, and I had this epiphany as he was talking.

Maybe living a passionate life is less about doing what you are passionate about and more about being passionate in everything you do.
I think that's a very valid point. Think about it. What are you passionate about? Can you do that for a living?
Probably not.
If you can, do it! :D I am definitely not saying that you should not follow your passions if they're feasible. But for most people they're not.
So maybe you will never get to travel the world. Maybe you won't get that job you want so bad. Maybe you won't live in a beach house on the coast. Maybe you will. But if you don't, that's okay! :D Look all around you! There are people to love and things to see, fortunes to make and joy to spread! Life is so marvelous if you will just open your eyes and look around!
Really, what I'm saying is, don't focus so much on one thing that your life becomes dependent on it. Learn to find joy all around you, and the Lord will take care of the rest. You will live a passionate life if you remember to be happy in all situations, no matter how difficult. When you have troubles finding joy, look to the Lord. He will help you. You will be happy.
Happiness comes from the little things. Remember that.
Love,
Dallin

Your Great Unwritten Story

It seems that in the past few years old, worn out looking clothing has become a thing.
Ripped and/or bleached jeans.
Worn out looking boots and other shoes.
Ripped/worn looking tee shirts.
Even ripped and worn hats are becoming a thing.
More than that, worn out and old things have become a thing for homes. One of my Mom's friends owns an interior furnishing store. As a result, her house is furnished and decorated very well, and all the new trends are used. She has (Or had last time I was there, probably still has) so many decorations to make her house look old. Beat up looking clocks. Fake books on the tables and shelves that look really old with leather outsides and metal bindings. Old looking picture frames. You know. Going for the antique, authentic look. It looks nice. But why?
Why do people want to look and appear to be old, antique, worn and torn?
What has changed in our culture that makes us think it looks nice to look like like we live in poverty instead of the extreme wealth that our culture in America really lives in?
I know what the answer is. But it has nothing to do with how nice the clothing or furniture appears.
Of course, being who I am, I'm not going to give you the answer yet.
Sit for just a moment and think about it.
Why do you wear worn looking clothing? Why do you try to make your house look old?
Close your eyes and think. Really think.
What are you trying to accomplish with that look?

I know. Do you?

With the advent of instant communication and endless entertainment has come a loss of identity. A loss of culture. A loss of all things that make life great and people happy.
It makes me so sad to see how America has changed in the last 100 years. 100 years ago Americans knew what their culture was. They lived it every single day of their lives. It was a culture of hope and love. Service and giving. Fun and excitement. Integrity, ingenuity, and innovation. A culture of singing and dancing.
What have we now? A culture of mindless communication, mindless education, and mindless entertainment?
Pretty much.
People used to live! They used to go dancing. Not modern dancing. Real dancing. With a partner and music that was beautiful. They used to watch what was going on outside of the car/buggy instead of what was happening on their phone. They used to sing because radios were not easily portable or even common, and ipods didn't exist. They used to love for real, and have real relationships, because it was impossible to avoid the painful parts of relationships, which are the things that make relationships real. They didn't have the option to simply not text back or block them on their phone and avoid them in real life. It didn't work that way. If there was a problem, they had to look the other person square in the eye and work it out, or end the relationship. People used to read and educate themselves with purpose and vigor! Not mindless boredom. People couldn't numb the pain by turning on the new episode of their favorite show and losing themselves in the story. If they had TV, there were about 3 channels. And there was only one TV. For a very long time it was unheard of to have two. People used to deal with pain, learn to love, work hard, experience real disappointment, experience real joy.
People used to live.
Not the fake stuff that we pretend to have now. People used to have real lives.
And that's what we're searching for! That is the great hope of mankind! To live a real, authentic life!
Most of us just don't know that. We don't realize that we can live a great life, or we give a piece of ourselves away and choose not to. So we lose ourselves in whatever we can find, just trying to feel something, or not feel something. Trying to just make it by instead of really living.
For goodness sake, go live! What are you waiting for? If you're waiting for your great opportunity, it's not going to come on it's own. You have to go get it. Life will give you what you want. The question is, how bad do you want it? Do you want it bad enough to go do something about it?
Anyway. I'm getting distracted on a conclusion that is not the one that I am meaning to get to. Please, forgive me.
Going back to my earlier question.
Why do people want to look and appear to be old, antique, worn and torn?
People want what their grandfathers and great grandfathers used to have. They want to live. They want to feel authentic. They want to have a story.
They just aren't brave enough to go write that story. It's too uncertain. Writing a story is painful. It's hard to compose a masterpiece. So people choose to stay as they are. Not anything great or special. Just there. Filling some sort of void while not realizing that their wasted potential is creating a void within themselves. So they feel empty. And try to fill it with empty learning. Empty communication. Empty entertainment. And they know deep down that these things aren't making them happier. Making their lives better. But they live like that anyway. Just doing enough to not really feel bad, but not feel good either. All of this being said, they don't want it to appear on the outside like they're not really living. That would make them seem boring. And if they seemed boring, that would make people notice them less. Which means that they would have to start spending more time noticing things inside of themselves. Which would be painful, because that's exactly what they're trying to avoid.
So they wear ripped jeans. They wear worn boots and hats. They decorate their houses to look old. Because old things have a story. And they so desperately want to have a story. So, so very desperately. Enough so that they will spend a hundred dollars on a pair of ripped jeans to seem like they did something noteworthy and ripped their jeans as a result. If they wanted to really live, they would have bought a whole pair of jeans for forty dollars, and spent the remaining sixty on dancing lessons. Or given it to charity. Or gas to go camping. Saved it for something grand. Invested it in a business. Something to make the world better. But they didn't. They bought a pair of ripped jeans instead.
My dear friends. Go do something great today, okay? Write a story for the book of your life.
Do not wake up one day and realize that it is too late to live your dreams. You will regret it forever. Live now so you can smile when you leave life.
The great Lao-tzu said, "A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step."
Take that step today. Even if it's not a very big one. Take it.
If you're already walking, start running. Your story is not written yet. There are still many pages to fill. It's up to you to fill them. Do it.
You will be happier. I promise.
May you be with God in all your travels.
All my love,
Dallin

The First Goodbye

"See you in a few years, my friend. And, if such be the case, have a wonderful life and I'll see you in the next one.
Goodbye."

Why must such words be said? 

Why can't good friends be together forever?

Why. Why. Why.

I had so much to say to you. So many things to do with you. So much time together that we should have had which seems to have been stolen by distance. By a few meager miles in a universe where our source of heat and light is nearly 10,000 times further away than you are. A distance between us so small that light travels it in 7 millionths of a second. 

A distance which is incomprehensibly far.

Well, here's the first of many goodbyes. Or, the first that I have really felt anyway. Oh dear. This life is going to be difficult if saying goodbye to all my friends is this painful. Maybe I'll get better at goodbyes. I don't know. Anyway. Ready or not, here I go. Again.

Remember that I love you.

Know that I believe in you. You will do great things. I believe you will change the world.

Know that you have changed my life in greater ways than I can tell you.

Stay true to God and yourself, and cling to hope and truth like your life depends on it, because it does.

Smile often.

I will never forget you.

Goodbye, my friend.

All the love in my heart,

Dallin

The Williamsburgerer's Lament

I love my friends.
The end.
But I have a problem. I don't live with my friends. They aren't near me. They are in Canada and Pennsylvania and Utah and Virginia and California and Washington and everywhere else but here. I do have friends where I live. But not like I have friends in other places. It's not the same. My friends and I here, with only a few exceptions, are not very close.
I got to see some friends today. It was great. I love them so much. But I hurt now.
I left a piece of my heart with my friends.
God bless them.
Why can't we all just live in the same place? Why can't we live and grow and laugh and love together in the same place? Instead of... Different places. Places far enough apart that for most of the year they may as well be different planets. Different worlds from which our only communication is this silly little thing that we call a computer. We don't see each other. We don't hang out like other high school kids do. I don't even know what that is like. To be with my friends every weekend. To physically sit in class with them every day. To play sports with them. You know. Normal high school kid things.
That hurts.
Because the more I get to know my friends, the more I am with them, and the deeper my relationships become, the more pieces of my heart I give every time I leave them.
Kids talk of getting guns and phones and books for Christmas and birthdays, but I just want my friends to actually be with me on those days.
Is that too much to ask? To simply be with them? Must I be separated from them for the rest of my life? Must I feel isolated?
I feel like I stand on an island in the middle of the sea full of people that don't care about me, or live too differently to understand and connect with me. I walk among them more like a ghost than a person; seen as frightening by some and received warily by most. Friends with few, and good friends with far fewer. I see my best friends all around me on their own islands. But it's an illusion, because they're not really there. I can talk to them, but never be with them. For when I try to touch them, they disappear like a mist, carried away by the breeze. Always within reach yet never within grasp. And sometimes I look up and they're real and there and I am with them. But they never can stay for long enough. Soon again they are off, headed back to their own place or I to mine, taking yet another piece of my heart with them, and I a piece of theirs. Back to our own islands with the people that never will understand what it's like to have friends more like visions than people.
I just don't want to be alone. The world gets harder to live in every day, with ever increasing corruption and deceit, violence and sin. I just want someone to hold my hand and and tell me everything is going to be okay. But I don't want to find that comfort virtually. I am tired of staring at this screen. I was meant to do things. To change the world. To make it a better place. Not to simply sit and talk with my friends about things that we cannot change while we're sitting, staring at a screen.
I will change the world.
I only want someone to be there with me when it happens.
Is that too much to ask?