Have you ever been in a poetic mood? Like if someone could peer into your mind, they would find something remarkable, and beautiful, and profound. The saddest part is when you cannot express it all, and the world is left in the dark.
It's truly unfortunate, how often I feel this way.
Saturday, January 18, 2014
Friday, January 17, 2014
Letter to the World #1
Dear World,
I understand you're having a few problems. Maybe that's an understatement.
But don't worry, I think I can help. I'm sure you don't believe me, and I don't blame you either. After all, I'm not very significant, and I'm just a kid! But I believe me. Because I am a part of you, even if I am a very small part. And I believe every part can make a difference.
So with this beginning of letters to you, I first want to let you know that there is hope, because I am not the only one. I am not the only one who believes in you and cares for you enough to try to save you. And even if a day comes that I am the only one, I will still be there; this I can promise. I will always be one. And as long as there is at least one, there is hope, because there are many cases in which one seems to be much, much more than only one.
I would also like you to forgive me for times when I don't make any sense at all. It makes sense in my head.
Thirdly, I want to let you know that I might not have the answers. I probably don't have any of them, but that is the beauty of it all. We are left to live in wonder. I can say, though, that I will try my best to stumble with you through this wild mystery and perhaps I can help you stay on your feet. At any rate, I hope I can bandage your scraped knees after you get back up again.
Most importantly, I hope you will bear with me, because I'm sure many of these letters will be selfish. Much of the reason for me writing to you is because I believe, strongly. In God, in love, in life, in the worth of a soul, in the power of an individual, in the beauty of family, and in many, many more things. I write to tell you what I believe and perhaps convince you of it, and to make sure that the things I believe in don't disappear. Which might be selfish in a way. But I also desperately hope that it can change both you and me for the better.
Much love,
Mikela
I understand you're having a few problems. Maybe that's an understatement.
But don't worry, I think I can help. I'm sure you don't believe me, and I don't blame you either. After all, I'm not very significant, and I'm just a kid! But I believe me. Because I am a part of you, even if I am a very small part. And I believe every part can make a difference.
So with this beginning of letters to you, I first want to let you know that there is hope, because I am not the only one. I am not the only one who believes in you and cares for you enough to try to save you. And even if a day comes that I am the only one, I will still be there; this I can promise. I will always be one. And as long as there is at least one, there is hope, because there are many cases in which one seems to be much, much more than only one.
I would also like you to forgive me for times when I don't make any sense at all. It makes sense in my head.
Thirdly, I want to let you know that I might not have the answers. I probably don't have any of them, but that is the beauty of it all. We are left to live in wonder. I can say, though, that I will try my best to stumble with you through this wild mystery and perhaps I can help you stay on your feet. At any rate, I hope I can bandage your scraped knees after you get back up again.
Most importantly, I hope you will bear with me, because I'm sure many of these letters will be selfish. Much of the reason for me writing to you is because I believe, strongly. In God, in love, in life, in the worth of a soul, in the power of an individual, in the beauty of family, and in many, many more things. I write to tell you what I believe and perhaps convince you of it, and to make sure that the things I believe in don't disappear. Which might be selfish in a way. But I also desperately hope that it can change both you and me for the better.
Much love,
Mikela
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