Wench

Really, you don't realize how we are all so connected. That's why I guess it is not surprising that we don't grasp each other's hands and help each other through. We look without seeing, and feel without feeling. The only things that are real are what happens to us. Seeing other people suffer, seeing other people happy, seeing a tragedy turn into nothing else but a tragedy... that doesn't affect us. It doesn't affect me.

It doesn't affect me until I look with intent of understanding, and I feel with my heart. We all have to see to believe now, because here we all with the world to see at our fingertips. But how real is that world?
Maybe if we could actually see each other things would be different. And if every story affected us like it happened to us. As I walk by that graveyard everyday I realize... A million stories here, none of which I will know, or care to know. But someday that's what some soul will think of me. And we never know how close that day will be.

Security is something earned, or else something dreamed. Only a bubble to be popped. God watched over me, just as he always has.

So ... isn't this something I can see to believe in?
And maybe, this second, there is a person that thought just the same thing as I did....