Sometimes You Wanna Go Where Everybody Knows Your Name
04:42 Oct 23 2008
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There's no simple or easy way for me to type this, so I'm just going to come out with it:
Rarely does a night go by when I don't cry. Even if I'm at a friends house. If we're in bed, and I'm not facing you, I'm probably crying. I cry because deep down every day touches me, every day just gets more and more beautiful and sometimes I just can't stand it.
Because deep down I know that one day my life will end and I just might miss the most beautiful day of them all.
I cry because there are people out there who are in a position to where they don't think the world is a beautiful place.
Because there are people out there who truly believe that life isn't worth living.
Because there are children out there right now, who haven't eaten for days.
Children that have life taking illnesses who will never be cured.
Children who have never known what it feels like to be loved.
People who are homeless.
People who are heart broken.
People who go to bed alone.
& every night my final thought is always wishing that I had the capability of just hugging, and loving each and every person who has ever felt like no one loved them.
And I mean every word of what I'm about to say:
Even if I have never met you, or will never meet you, I love you.
I love you with all of my heart.
Every night when I go to bed I dream about you, and about you being happy.
Because that is all I want.
I want every person on this planet to be happy.
And even though I know this is all probably naive and childish, I don't care.
I ache for the happiness of others. It is the one thing that truly makes me happy.
When I see someone who is upset, I spend my day miserable.
All I can think about is, 'What can I do to make them feel better?'
Lately I've been thinking about our host at Olive Garden a few weeks ago.
His face was badly burned, and when he greeted us at the door, he smiled at me and hid his face slightly with his hand.
I cried on the way home, and I cried nearly the rest of the night.
I knew absolutely nothing about him, but I wanted so badly to take his burns away.
My Dad used to tell me I was too kind heart-ed, and that one day it would start to hurt me.
He was right.
Because everyday, whether I'm smiling or not, I hurt. And there's not a damn thing wrong with me.
I know that it's ridiculously childish of me but I really do wish that we were all able to just sit around and smile and laugh and love each other without ever making a facial expression that was any smaller than a smile.
& yes I'm well aware that without having some bad in the world we would never know what good tasted like.
& I am even more aware that people will never be like the way I wish they could be, and that if all of the people in the world could somehow fit into one room it would be unbearable. And not because it would be a very tight fit, but because everyone would be yelling over the person beside them about how they were right and the other person was wrong.
But sometimes I just like to dream.
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