Maybe THENA Chapter by Rebekah SmithI get so vehemently sick of all this farce.
When you start caring about how good your insides look instead of the outside, maybe then we can progress.
When you stop cheering toddlers for twerking or looking pretty, and congratulate them on good morals and trying hard, maybe then they'll grow into teenagers who will want to push to succeed instead of own full mac sets by age thirteen. When we demonstrate how hurting people is wrong, instead of just shouting - when we allow ourselves to be understood by our kids and take the time to understand them, maybe then families will stop splitting. If we don't react to or spread/copy negatives, only inform the cause that we don't agree and step away from them, maybe then people will do more good. If we take the time to ask why, instead of assuming that we know or taking the answer from another source, maybe then the world can be more honest, open and relaxed. Maybe, maybe, maybe...what will it take for us to stop being so self centred? People dying all over the place isn't enough. Being softly dripfed lies and deceit by our powerful people isn't enough. Being degraded, told to jump through hoops and massively pressured by employers just to make ends meet isn't enough, and neither is poisonous food. I just want to know what it might take to put this world right, so that I may focus my entire being to the cause. I hate what we do, I hate the decisions between morality, survival and happiness I feel forced into making. © 2017 Rebekah SmithAuthor's Note
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Added on April 24, 2017 Last Updated on April 24, 2017 AuthorRebekah SmithBristol, South-West, United KingdomAboutThis is an extrememly hard box to fill, so my idle mind will leave it to your creative one. more..Writing
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