Yes, Humanity Needs Saving

I think sometimes we spend our lives searching for things, for answers, that we may never know the answers too. There are a lot of great thinkers who never knew if they were right or way off on their predictions. Think about that. Think about how so many things that we know now about the world and universe and everything around us--some of the most historical figures, even, never knew all of the answers. They died without knowing. I often wonder in times like these if people want to continue that trend, or take a new path, a new way, a greater way.

There are people who wake up in the morning ready to challenge everything we know about the world and make something cool out of it. Some of us never get that far. It's not because we don't want to, and it's not because we don't care. It's mostly because when we really needed someone, when we really needed something important, no one was there.

Our ideas don't exist because no one heard them. I am not really this creative person you see before you. In theory, none of anything I have created really exists, right? When I think of it that way, it makes me sad. I also think, though, about how many people have judged me, how many people have ignored me or silenced me my whole life. I think about how I don't want to spend my time dwelling on that anymore. I think about how I want to step out from behind the curtain and take the stage, and really begin to live my life.

To see, to explore, to do everything I've always wanted. I've spent a large portion of my life denying myself the things that make me happy and excited to be alive. I fully convinced myself that I wasn't good enough, that my thoughts didn't matter, that this miserable existence and these mistakes I've made and these consequences of life that have dragged me down and left me here, stranded in my mind, are the only life I can have.

I remember being younger and looking out my window at night at the stars and wishing and wondering when my time would come. Would there ever be a time for me? A time for Anne Marie?

A time where I can do great things and be admired for my strength and courage? I started this journey with me.

I started to realize that the things I create, the way I take things that seem so disjointed or chaotic, and I put them together. The way I can make art out of anything, even trash. The way I can make creativity linger in the minds of those around me as I ponder how this beautiful world we live in works. As I sit here and wonder why people have to hate each other so much, why we have to have wars, why we can't just love, love, love each other.

I want to love, love, love, you. I want you to know that you are special. You, yes, you reading this. You are beautiful and special and creative and lovely and I think that you can bring something absolutely unique and beautiful to this world, if you open yourself up to love and forgiveness and passion and strength.

If we all stopped judging each other so much, we could live in a man-made paradise, where we make each other happy, we help create a better world, we love with every fiber of our being and we love intensely, because that is the way life was meant to be lived. Not small, not centered on what anyone thinks of anyone else, but centered on love, and connection, and universal experience. On the ability to love so deeply and think so freely and explore the mind and nature and I don't really understand why more people don't want that for humanity, because that's all I want.