There’s a silent expectation that every problem of today needs to be fixed immediately. That everything from the past is wrong. That everything from the future is immoral. That everything is needed a label and definition. That awareness is used for shameless spotlight. That being a true victim is out shined by attention seekers. That it’s about me, instead about we. That my way is the only way. That everything that’s right is wrong. That everything that’s left is wrong. That change is bad. That change is our only hope. That change needs to happen now. That I’m automatically a victim because I’m female. That I am to blame because I’m male. That I’m a victim because I’m not white. That I’m a victim because I’m white. That I’m a victim because I’m religious or non religious. That I’m a victim because of my sexual preference or orientation. That these labels define me as a victim, because it’s what I’ve been taught to think. That my existence needs to be bold, present and valid. That my validity depends on your opinion of me. That my self worth is in the hands of others. That self respect is traded for self entitlement. That modesty is old fashioned. That confidence is promiscuous. That my opinion is the only valid one. That my opinion is fact.
There is a need for change. There is real pain. There are real tears. There is a need for action. There is a need for help. There is a need of acceptance. There is a need of rejection. There is a need of failure. There is a need of success. There is a need to protest. There is a need of silence. There is a need for change.
Seven billion people live on one earth together, and every day each and everyone of us are bombarded with the selfish thoughts of others on why they’re right, and everyone who thinks differently is wrong, and everything that is wrong needs to change their ideas now. Change is needed, but it takes time. Healing can’t happen over night nor should it. Throwing a fit for change only makes the other side grow more resistant. It has come to the point where people only listen to respond, instead of listen to understand. Have you ever stopped and thought about something other than yourself and stepped into someone else’s shoes? Or are their shoes not your style?
The mind of Elizabeth 