Of Value

Maybe I was naive. Maybe I had too much faith. Maybe I believed that if I just put enough value to something that it would flourish... it would take flight; I believed that the gesture would be reciprocated! I thought we would be in a happier place if I just kept believing. Kept hoping. Kept fighting.

No. Not really.

Caved in by the constant broken words, the constant lack of proper usage of the tools presented, the world kept losing its foundation. Lies. Deceits. Pride... it's all that kept it all up. I'm the only one that really kept it all up. Everyone else either just sat there and 'listened' and offered ignorance... lack of action and true conviction. The other sort of help ran on silence. Constant hypocrisy and the inability to listen; unable to change.

I put a lot of value towards the roles we played hoping that despite them being small, they could create enough incentive to pull it all together.

So tell me, where is the value now when I'm the one falling apart? Where is all the energy I've put in? What are you all doing when the action is up to you now?

This isn't the time to cower and regress back to your habitual usage of hollow words. This isn't the time to simply 'sit there and listen'. Act. Do something to make this valuable.

Do something. Because I can't right now.