Often I forget with all the wrongs settling in the world, how beautiful humanity can be. With their arts and their music we can fill the world with color. The sounds of the many instruments and voices fill the winds in a song in the mornings. The art of the paintings and sculptures in the mid-day. So odd it all is, that a species capable of creating such beautiful things is just as capable of so much violence and hatred. 

The sky is filled with the pollutants of our all too quick innovation. The lands destroyed with our wars and fire. Not enough is done, and when it is it may be all too late. Simply because of the ones that don’t care, but work for their money and innovation that they know is pulling the planet apart. They know what they are doing is terrible for the future, but their vision is tunneled and their ideas clouded by greed.  But there are still the many that care, The many that do their hardest to fix what they can. Putting their free hours to clean and rejuvenate. People dedicating their lives and jobs to this purpose. To fix the mess of those before us, to set the pace for those ahead. Our hopes of the future resting on the idea that their work is enough, and not coming in too late. 

The world is full of hatred and wrath. All for those surrounding, simply because they are different. Simply for the land they live on, the things they believe, who they love, or even the color of their skin. This hatred and violence is absurd in and of itself. Absurd in the idea that it is necessary, warranted, or just. The people who think they are in the right simply because their beliefs are different. The thought is sickening, because we are still not beyond our barbaric beliefs against people and actions of the past. They are still occurring to this day, with our modern weapons and technology to boot. They are not above blatant unwarranted hatred simply because they believe they are superior for one reason or another. And it is shameful to look and see what is happening in the world around me, to see that there is so much loud hatred and violence in the air. The sky filled with the noise of meaningless war. 

It all leads me to forget what humanity is capable of. It's all overtaken with cruelty not only against the planet we live on, but ourselves. It’s so easy to forget the simple love and kindness that we can show. The music that we can create with our instruments and voices, muddled by the fighting be it outside your very window or in another part of the world. The art that we can create is washed away in polluted shores, and stolen from the land it came from. It’s all so strange, the idea that this would ever be considered alright. That these things would ever be considered necessary, things that must be done to keep the ‘peace’. This is an illusion of peace that is hoped to be kept up by the wealthy countries so as to keep their citizens uninformed, no matter how ineffective it may be.  

People know what is happening however. They know the things that are going on in the world, for they are not blind. They are not blind to the atrocities committed, they are not blind to the ever growing problems in the world. Just one simple look into anything that is not a tunneled and skewed view of the outside world will show the problems of today and the past. 

I’m oftentimes forgetful of what could be. Forgetful of the peace that we are very capable of. It’s all muddled and drowned in our problems. The voices of those who speak up silenced. The loudest of the people who are listened to are few in number. The loudest of the ones with their tunnel vision, are in crowds that refuse to listen. So it’s easy to forget what could be, the world that we could have so peacefully. The world that is possible should others only listen.