Dear Diary,
You have within you something I don't have within me, I have within me, something you don't have within you. You are special in your own way, just like I am special in my own way. You are beautiful in your own way, just like I am beautiful in my own way. We are completely different from each other as far as our worth goes, because you are worthy in your own way, and I am worthy in my own way. The only thing that makes us the same to each other is the fact that we are both human, that you are just as human as I am, and
that I am just as human as you are. The only thing that makes us the same to each other is that we both have the same possibility and that we both have the same ability to either choose love or hatred, and thus choose everything else that comes with either with love or with hatred. We both have the possibility and we both have the ability to either be kind or unkind, selfless or selfish, grateful or ungrateful, good or bad. We both have this possibility and we both have this ability to choose something that's beautiful or something that's ugly. We can choose to love or hate, we can choose to
love someone or we can choose to hate someone, we can both choose to live our lives either with love or with hatred. We can both choose either to be beautiful or we can both choose to be ugly. So, why do we choose ugly over beautiful, why do we choose what's ugly over what's beautiful, why do we choose hatred over love, why do we choose hatred and everything that comes with hatred, over love, and everything that comes with love? Why do we choose to judge others whose stories we don't even know, and why do we pretend to be better than they are, knowing that we aren't? Why do we envy their success, knowing we've done nothing of value to reach our own? And why do we hate others, why do we burden our hearts with hatred, why don't we instead accept we can't change them, accept them as they are, and
fill our hearts with love? We can do all of that, yet we choose not to do any of that. We can choose to create a life, yet we choose to destroy it. We can choose to spend our lives with love, yet we choose to spend our lives with hatred. We spend our lives burdened with things we can't control and we'll never be able to control, and we don't spend our lives unburdened with things we can control and we'll always be able to control. And then we wonder and we keep wondering why we always look back and why don't we look forward, why we live in the past, and why we don't live in the present,
why we are stuck in time we can't change at all, why we are stuck in time we'll never be able to change. We spend our lives doing things we shouldn't be doing instead of doing things that we should be doing, and then we wonder why our lives are such a mess. We don't really know ourselves, we don't really know love that's inside of us, love we can willingly give and graciously receive from the world. We are but a mess stuck in this Universe.
Mess that doesn't know itself, and will never be able to know itself. Mess that doesn't really know how powerful it is, and will never know how powerful it is. Mess that's flawed and imperfect, yet when it truly knows itself, it truly is the most beautiful thing in the world. Love is all it takes, yet we don't choose love and everything that comes with it. We rather choose hatred and thus everything that comes with hatred. We don't really know love, do we?