I Am in a Weird Mood.

Our world is beautiful. There's so many creatures and things that all fulfill their own purposes. Everything relies on each other, and everything supports everything else. That's how the world can sustain itself.

Of course, it wouldn't be complete without human beings. Every single person has a role to play. They were put in the world for a reason. If nothing else, I'd say that reason is to support the world and fellow humans, just like all the rest of the world was created to do.

There are people of different races, different backgrounds, different religions, different cultures, etc. Everyone is unique so that they can automatically have some impact on the world. I hate how there are people who treat anyone different than what they've adapted to as though they aren't the same level of human as them.

It shouldn't be a struggle to live. It shouldn't be challenging to be happy. There are so many people now that, if we all worked together, the world would be perfect and flow freely and happily. If every person knew that the only rule to being good to yourself is to be there for other people in your own unique way.

The world is so small yet so full. Why is it necessary that if we don't work our butts off for our entire lives then we can't see the places we want to see, eat the food we want to eat, do the things we want to do, or meet the people we want to meet... Everyone is the same in that we want to be happy. Our differences is what gives us each a place in the world.

And  this thought alone is beautiful. But I'm dreaming too big. As long as there's greed, murder, and other destructive traits, this can never be the way all of humanity is. But that doesn't mean a single person can't do anything that's "enough". Because every time someone takes action, it's enough. You never know where a small action can lead. That's why it's pointless to lose hope; because if nothing else, hope spreads like wildfire. Because even the slightest difference in the world is still a difference.