They say, the way to your soul is through your eyes. Well, what if you could see through people’s eyes. If they were say, glass? Well well welll, now wouldnt that be interesting? To know what people are really thinking of you. To know what they really think of how you look. How you sound. The things you say. Every movement you do, what their thought or opinion is on it. I think i would rather choose not to be able to see or hear what you say or think. Because you know what? I say i do not care. But do i really not care? I think i do. I actually think everyone does. Now, im sure you are thinking wow, i dont want to hear all the negative things they will say about me. There it is. Right there. Why do our minds immediately go to the negative? What if they were saying nice things? Of course they arent though. Maybe some nice, but there is always negatives. But listen to me all of you who have been judged or been stabbed in the back with words that were used to hurt you. Who are they to judge you? Example: classmates of a 170 lb 5th grader taunting him saying he is fat and unattractive. Um, who ever said extra skin and "fat" is not "attractive". Just because your not a stick and starve yourself doesnt mean you are not beautiful. Since when did "beautiful" mean having a certain pair of eyes, hair cut, height, or weight. Even point of veiw. Example: A cocain addict having a "gross" face and "fucked up" teeth is disgusting. Why isnt that beautiful? All im trying to do is make you aware that human beings have twisted everything. "Beautiful" is your heart. Not your actions, words, or looks. Everyone makes mistakes in actions. Whether your lying about stealing a toy car from the toy store when your 10 years old or having an affair with the man across town at age 35. Its all the same. Still wrong. Same with words. And looks. Thats not what determines your faith. Your heart is. And what is faith? thats for you to decide. And keep in mind, not always what you decide is right, just because you believe it with passion. Where do you want to be when you die? Because for me, i want to be in everlasting happiness, and i know without a single doubt i will be there. Anyways, i have news for you all. We are all the same. The humble old homeless man in New York, the selfish lady that judges every person who walks by her in Chicago, the 7 year old boy in India with no family, the missionary in Mexico, the lost little girl who is all alone in some random city, the 89 year old couple dying together in their bed, the very person who is killing a child right now; we are all the same. And THAT is beautiful.
