Imaginations
     
    
   
   
    
     
      This
      world
      is
      a
      complex
      place,
      a
      prism
      in
      an
     
     
      eversunlit
      room.
      There
      are
      so
      many
      ways
      to
     
     
      interpret
      situations
      and
      human
      behaviour,
      how
      can
     
     
      it
      ever
      be
      narrowed
      down
      to
      one?
     
    
   
   
    
     
      The
      world
      is
      a
      cold,
      heartless
      place
      in
      which
     
     
      everyone
      looks
      out
      for
      number
      one.
      It
      is
      a
      world
     
     
      of
      anger,
      hate,
      jealousy
      and
      greed,
      a
      place
      of
      no
     
     
      mercy,
      and
      where
      sadness
      and
      death
      is
      ongoing.
     
     
      There
      are
      no
      breaks
      in
      this
      world,
      it’s
      the
      survival
     
     
      of
      the
      fittest,
      and
      only
      the
      strong
      survive.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      The
      world
      is
      a
      warm,
      caring,
      friendly
      place.
      It
      is
     
     
      full
      of
      friends
      and
      light
      and
      happiness.
      People
      care
     
     
      for
      each
      other
      in
      this
      world
      in
      so
      many
      ways,
      and
     
     
      show
      it
      all
      the
      time.
      The
      world
      is
      a
      place
      of
     
     
      dreams
      and
      -goals,
      ambition
      and
      love.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      There
      are
      people
      from
      both
      of
      these
      worlds
      in
      ours,
     
     
      adding
      diversity
      and
      twists
      to
      everyday
      living.
     
     
      People
      themselves
      are
      strange;
      insecure,
      caring
     
     
      envious,
      friendly,
      jealous,
      scared,
      lonely.
      Lonely.
     
     
      How
      strange
      that
      one
      could
      be
      lonely
      in
      a
      place
     
     
      inhabited
      by
      billions
      of
      people.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      People
      are
      so
      alike,
      and
      yet
      so
      different.
      Being
      so
     
     
      alike
      is
      what
      ultimately
      holds
      everyone
      together.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      War,
      peace,
      global
      conflict,
      civil
      war,
      etc.,
      how
      does
     
     
      it
      all
      tie
      in?
      Humanity
      is
      a
      list
      of
      unanswered
      and
     
     
      endless
      questions.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Deep
      thinking
      and
      emotion
      can
      be
      quite
      revealing,
     
     
      and
      lead
      to
      an
      inner
      peace.
      Why
      doesn’t
      everyone
     
     
      indulge
      in
      such
      a
      cleansing?
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Petty
      situations
      have
      no
      place
      in
      a
      world
      of
      such
     
     
      deep
      undertakings,
      and
      yet
      they
      do.
      How
      can
      one
     
     
      -discover
      great
      truths
      about
      human
      nature
      if
      he/she
     
     
      can’t
      participate
      on
      the
      primary
      level
      form
      of
     
     
      togetherness;
      communication?
      ©
     
    
   
   
    
     
      As
      it
      is,
      humanity-and
      the
      world
      will
      neve
      fully
      be
     
    
   
   
    
     
      understood.
      That’s
      what
      makes
      life
      worth
     
     
      participating
      in.
      We
      are
      all
      on
      the
      road
      of
     
     
      discovery,
      just
      how,
      when,
      or
      why
      we
      go
      about
      it,
     
     
      is
      different.
      :
     
    
   
   
    
     
      -Trina
      Beckerson
     
    
   
   
    
     
      The
      Way
      We
      Are
     
    
   
   
    
     
      To
      like
      oneself
      is
      to
      be
      yourself,
     
     
      Without
      imitations,
      walls,
      or
      faces.
     
     
      Changes
      don’t
      come
      drastically
     
     
      But
      fall
      in
      place
      little
      by
      little,
     
    

    
     
      If
      they
      come
      at
      all.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Everyday
      the
      familiar
      you,
      the
      same
      tone
      of
      voice
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Asking
      time
      after
      time,
      why
      don’t
      I
      like
      me!
     
     
      Angrily
      God
      flinches
      in
      despair,
     
    

    
     
      Each
      hour
      he
      works
      moulding
      his
      work
      of
      art
     
     
      Gently
      and
      fondly
      he
      caresses
      the
      model
      of
      a
      decent
     
     
      human
      being.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      The
      model
      cries
      out
      shockingly
      demanding
     
     
      Why
      am
      I
      not
      perfect;
      why
      do
      I
      have
      flaws?
     
     
      And
      yet
      the
      human
      model
      with
      great
      work,
     
     
      Painstakingly
      remodels
      his
      life.
     
    

    
     
      God
      looks
      onward
      and
      shakes
      His
      head,
     
     
      And
      waits
      for
      the
      time
      to
      come.
     
    

    
     
      When
      He
      reaches
      out
      to
      the
      model
     
    

    
     
      And
      cuddles
      comfortingly
     
    

    
     
      The
      frustrated
      model
      with
      flaws
      and
      all.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Habits
      and
      temperaments
      hang
      in
      the
      air.
     
    

    
     
      They
      fight
      bravely
      a
      battle
      called
      change.
     
    

    
     
      A
      person
      remains
      a
      person
      in
      the
      end.
     
    

    
     
      When
      was
      the
      last
      time
      you
      looked
      in
      the
      mirror?
     
    
   
   
    
     
      -Anonymous
     
     
      (Angela
      Matheson)
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      September
      27,
      1990
     
    
   
   
    
     
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