I dream of a world

I dream of a world, where…

• where we could tell each other that we need help

• where asking for help would be considered a sign of strength and not of powerlessness

• where failing in life did not mean we are a failure

• where when we said no, we did it respectfully

• where we appreciated our loved ones for their journey even if they are not doing what we wished them to do

• where we learnt how to tolerate our angst against people whose sole and soul role is to make us stronger, and to show us that our time is way to important to try to change them

• where we just knew that we are loved

• where we can just be, instead of trying to be what we do not even wish to see.

Who does the right thing?

Who does the right thing these days?

Those who want to sleep peacefully, not take insomnia medicines, and those who rise higher single single day.

Every day, is a day to perform.

Or, every day, is a day to give up on who you are meant to be, by not being that and doing the wrong thing.

What shall you doeth, Caesar?