Dear World
I’m still learning to love you. I think you’d make for quite an intriguing friend.
I admit, I do complain — probably more than the average person. I hate when you spring unexpected circumstances on me or when you just decide it has to be an excessively social day. But even then, when I’m at my most annoyed — you still fascinate me.
You don’t make sense to me most of the time. And when you do, it’s short-lived, fragile and just waiting to topple into a heap of even more confusing paraphernalia. But it’s all so very exhilarating — like there’s a newfound realisation around the corner or a discovery waiting to be met; something that just might solve the next big question.
I hear people tell me there’s a whole world out there every time my questionable social skills are put to the test and I think about you — your quirks and intricacies and how they seem to know you so well and sometimes, I wish I did too. They seem to believe you hand out opportunities, and that you favour those who take the leap and while it is all so convincing — my inner skeptic holds me captive and I’m often left behind.
You terrify me when my friends and I talk about growing up. We reminisce our favourite days from years ago, our dreams, hopes and fears and laugh at how our naivete has kept us shielded from you. But then I think about how you glorify the little wins — how you create slight irregularities in the expected pattern you know only that specific person would notice. It warms my heart when friends and strangers alike remark on something we all missed but was so obvious with a giant beam and happy soul. And it feels like maybe you and I might just turn out fine.
You can be cruel, sometimes to those who least deserve it. While I struggle to make sense of you, there’s something about your dangerous unpredictability that I find also serves as your charm. And when you strike, I think about how many strangers must love you for who you are and what you’ve done, the good and the bad — and I realise it must be that love that keeps you and by extension, all of us humans going.
Thoughtfully yours,
D
Originally published at https://myrandomspecificthoughts.wordpress.com/2023/09/10/dear-world/
