I am the most insignificant bunch of cells ever to be given life. And I can prove it.
I go about my days in monotonous boredom, dreaming of the day I'll break free from this life and get away from this place. I'd learn to fly, just like my heroes did.
But whilst I waste my time dreaming, real life goes on. People are born. People die.
I am oblivious.
People that I could be helping instead of sitting in my room and hating my life are starving and wishing they had a fraction of the things I don't realize I am lucky enough to have.
I am oblivious.
Children are diagnosed with cancer, and that told they will never grow up. That they will never get married, have kids, get a real job. That they can't live their lives.
I am oblivious.
I want to help people, but I'm tired of caring. I never knew I was only caring about myself.
I am oblivious.
You say you don't want to talk about it, but inside you're screaming to let it all out. I turn a blind eye.
I am oblivious.
I don't think enough to realize that the way people go about their daily lives isn't only killing the earth we live on-it's killing us.
I am oblivious to everything except what is shoved in front of my nose, and even then, I might refuse to care.
You want to know the worst part about all of this? I'll bet that I am just like you.
We are oblivious.
Life is what happens while you're making your excuses. Another day, another casualty.
Yep. Thanks for reading =]
