Something's Got to Give

I know writing this won’t change anything.

I know that even though I want everything to change so bad it never will.

I sit down and watch movies and read stories about people that suffer through so much hate in this world I cannot even comprehend it.

It all makes no sense.

History has been repeating itself over and over again.

That or it hasn’t even changed.

People are still killing, for reasons that extend no further than:

They look different, they speak differently, they live in a different place or they think different things.

No matter how much time passes people can’t get through their heads that none of it matters.

Everyone is born, everyone breathes the same air, and everyone dies. That’s just how things are.

Why make our time trapped on a floating rock in the middle of nowhere- absolutely meaningless?

I’ve been lucky enough to be born into privilege.

I have light skin, I have food on the table, I don’t have to worry about being being shot at on the street or in my home.

But way too many people do.

They don’t even know if they’ll see tomorrow- all because life threw so many things at them that they couldn’t keep standing.

Of anyone writing something like this- I know I speak from the least experience.

And through this piece of writing that will never see the light of day- I won’t be able to change a single thing.

What I do know, is that I don’t want to be angry.

I don’t want to feel the throbbing pain of rage that fills me up every day, all the time.

But I can’t stop.

I can’t stop being angry until some cycle finally breaks.

The stories passed down decade after decade all have the same problems.

And I can’t stand the thought that generations of people have been hurt and killed.

The world is a mess.

And I know writing this won’t change anything.

But right now, it’s all I have.