M. Aline

if only you could see, how many people love and care for you. how many people are waiting to hear from you. how many people are just waiting for something. maybe even the slightest sign that you’re even still alive, since you seem to be so dead inside. but you can’t see it. and until you open your eyes, if you ever will, you would see it.

it doesn’t take much to text or call. you don’t have to stay on the phone for long. nobody even expects you to contact them PERIOD, so even just a 5 minute conversation or less than that would be satisfactory. but you’re too prideful. too trapped in your own little “poor me, little ole me” box, that you’re blind to the world beside you. you’re ashamed of what you’ve done. you feel like the whole world is watching and judging you, but you are wrong. the world doesn’t revolve around you, sweetie. the world revolves around nobody or nothing but itself. if only you could see.

you, too, are made for this world. served with a purpose. destined with meaning. determined by the hands of God. your path was created for you specifically, and nobody can walk that path except for you. but even then, do not wallow in your self pity. for he that hath pity on himself, is not a righteous man, but a foolish man.