MJ
Michael Jackson passed away today. I’m sad by all these recent deaths. Ed McMahon, Farrah Facett, and now Michael. <3 May they rest in peace <3
WHO ARE YOU, WHAT ARE YOU FIGHTING FOR?
Just stop for one second and consider it. Pause. Think about Iran, if only for a moment.
It makes me extremely sad that the smallest things can get me upset and make me complain. It makes me disappointed in myself that it takes something as horrible as this to open up my eyes, and make me realise just how minimal and trivial my own problems seem. Seriously, can you imagine being scared of falling asleep because of all of the screaming and gunfire just outside of your window? Can you imagine living with all of your communication blocked? You know, not for the sake of not having anything to do when you feel lazy… But for the sake of not being able to send out an SOS. Not being able to tell the world about the cruel actions taken by those who are supposed to be keeping us safe? Think about it. I never thought the world that George Orwell created in “1984” could become a reality… But Iran right now? It’s pretty fucking close. It scares me to think that there are people in this world who could be so misled and have the most cruelest of intentions. And it scares me to think about how naive I was. How naive I still am. It makes me sad to think about how powerless I am.
Walking down the streets, I see friends laughing to themselves, walking along with their shopping bags. I see people listening to their music as they quickly scuttle back to their offices, their soy lattes in hand. I see people simply getting on with their lives, and I wonder if they realise just how lucky they are to be doing so. I wonder if any of us really stop a moment to consider just how grateful we should be of what we have, and of the people we’re surrounded by… I know I don’t. And my ignorance scares me. My narrow-mindedness frightens me. Our problems are so… Minimal. There’s so much more to our lives than to ponder why he’s ignoring me again, or how mum, yet again, is getting on my nerves. So much more. We’ve doused ourselves so deep in our own little insecurities, that we turn a blind eye to the greater picture, just because we feel like it won’t affect us, personally.
But that’s the point. We have to make this personal. Yeah, individually, we’re powerless. We’re just a bunch of adolescents, typing away behind a computer screen. But that doesn’t mean we can just ignore it. The least we can do is talk about it. Let it be known. Scream at the top of our lungs, shout it out from a rooftop. Let it be known that there are people out here, no matter how small we are in the grander scheme of things, that give a fuck.
And maybe, just maybe, if we scream loud enough, we’ll be heard. Pause, and keep those people in Iran in your thoughts. Girls and boys, our age, having to live in paranoia and fear, grateful if they can wake up in the morning — if they can get any sleep at all. That’s the very least we can do.
Think about it. This is the world that we live in. But we aren’t going to settle for this. We won’t let ourselves settle for this.
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thank you, very well said.
yes, very well said. if you read this, please, for the love of life itself, reblog. people need to know about this, because as corny and lame as it sounds, knowledge is power, and yeah, we might be a bunch of kids, but the more the word gets out there of the injustice, the more chance there is that these poor, innocent people will be helped.
<3
I agree, very well said! <333
Um.
No clue what to do here really. It is very interesting though, if that counts for anything. Anyway, this is one of the first graphics I’ve made in PS CS4 >.<. I just got it a few days ago, and well, yeah.
Learning about this site.
So, Since I’ve been hearing about Tumblr, mainly on RCR, I decided to try it. I’ll write more once I explore <3
