"look up at the stars
wonder who we are
beneath a galaxy of broken things
this world was not what you hoped it could be"
the ones who dream // victoria carbol

What is this world?

It's nothing but a shattered planet, broken over and over again. It's still breaking. It's a collapsing universe. And it's unfair.

We hear that so much. Life's unfair. We know that. But sometimes I'm so overwhelmed with just how unfair it is that I want to rip this universe apart with my bare hands.

This is a galaxy of broken things. We are all broken people, breaking other people in order to try and repair ourselves. We are all made of stardust, but so is the entire world. And this stardust may glitter, but it is not gold. It is not infallible.

Hurt people hurt people, and it's a never ending cycle. It's toxic and ruins everything it touches. This has existed since the beginning of time, and will always exist. There is no changing it.

Unless.

Unless we actually do something about it.

We need to rise up.

This world is a scarred place, but maybe it can heal. The rivers of our planet don't run with freshwater, but with the tears of everyone and everything on this earth. The tears of grief and loss and anger and revenge and fear and sometimes even just chance. These rivers are so easily polluted by a single negative action.

We have to do something. We can't just stand to the side— that's how we got into this mess in the first place.

Everything affects everything. It just starts to pile up and one tear leads to all the oceans of sadness. But we can try to change it.

This is a galaxy of broken things, but broken doesn't mean unfixable.