One of the things I always see in those I love is their inability to see how truly wonderful they are. It’s as if they’re too busy belittling their value to notice all the good they’ve done, are doing and will do. I’m dedicating this piece to two of my friends – two girls who got me through many a rough time. Two of my best friends who don’t know just how much I love them.
Never in my life have I seen such a great feat of injustice than the way the world treats her. After all she’s given to those around her, she struggles to break even. As time dwindles on, her life is slowly depleting, with every act of kindness draining her of her own compassion and love. She was immune to it herself – having sacrificed so much for so long, she forgot what it was like to receive happiness. To be cared about. She began to believe that she never mattered or that she was the common factor of disappointment. I would stand outside with flowers through hurricane and blizzard if it meant that she would believe again. Believe me that she is worth it. Believe me that she worthy of love: to love and be loved. Believe in me. Believe in herself.
There is no one who can hold a candle to her selflessness. Never have I seen someone sacrifice the better part of themselves for someone else expecting, anticipating, nothing at all in return. I feel as though I have become her loan shark, her tax collector – filled with a bloodlust to bleed those who wronged her dry. An assassin of sorts perhaps. Maybe a thief- but only to steal the love that they stole.
Before long, she began to crack and become brittle after being spread so thin. Many moons later I still pray that I’m not too late to mend the pieces of shattered hopes and dreams back together, or at least some semblance of a brighter future.
She is incredible. She deserves more than the world can offer. She deserves more than my rusted frail heart and defective spine. But I’ll be the best I can be for her – always – or at least as long as she needs me. The world spins in says that prove fairness is but a concept. Nothing is truly fair. We have to balance the scales ourselves. Fight tooth and nail with others, authority, ourselves, to get the lives we deserve. But I can see her newly faded battle scars and I have add the choice to join her movement, not my own. Because never in my life have I seen a person who deserved everything.
The Infamous Generation 