We CAN Be Heard. Our Voices and Cries Are Just As Important As The Next Person's.

We CAN Be Heard. Our Voices and Cries Are Just As Important As The Next Person's.

A Story by Tishy

Times have changed. From the times that we were born to now. Morals have been lost.

 

Some of us can do the right thing, but others cannot resist the temptation of peer preasure, and then we are all stuck saying.. "how can we help them?".

 

Things have gotten way more complicated, and the times won't stop getting worst. What happened to the times when everyone would be off on sunday and go to church? This country has gotten so bad, that I'm starting to think that theres nothing else left to be happy about accept the people that we are around and love and care about.

 

Its not even safe for anyone to cross a street without worrying about the negative things that might happen in the next min or so. It's scary to think about how we survive and live with these doubts each and every single day. Those who cry out for help don't get the credit and attention that they need. People are turning to drugs and beer for comfort instead of their neighbor, it's almost like the love of this country is slowly fading everyday.

 

 

So, how can we help this world? how can we make it a safer and better place for all? how can we make our voices be heard? We may only be teenages and children, but we CAN make a difference for the better. We CAN influence those for the better.

 

How do you think we can help? Remember, one person may have a better idea then the next.

 

Please take the time to state YOUR opinion on this situation. You SHALL be heard. :D

© 2010 Tishy


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Everyone should give everyone a benfit of a doubt and the time.
hear them out. But sadly the world isn't like that anymore.

There is always that one or two that love to bring you down and
use you to no extent. They don't care if they hurt your feelings.
I mean there is a person behind that coomputer screen writing.
No one sees that.

Anyone can change thesleves but we can't change them for them.
It has to be up to them. LOVE is love. You can want it so bad that
it hurts but that don't make love any easier.

I do believe one person can make a difference.
Where has the love gone? Who really knows but just
remember "love doesn't walk away just the people do"

Peer Pessure is hard enough I know but it starts with
love. If one can reach out it helps. It's a tough world
out there. This country may be turning away but we can
bring it back least I am one believer that believes in that.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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i definatly agree with you
i think i'm starting to giveup
you cant be heard unless you try
singing is my way n i try old people listen and they agree
but were the feuture their the past(sorry) but its true.

and no matter how you thinkits not enough till u actually say it louder than just to ur bfffffff n all u know
-sugar dumpling muffin baby pumpkin pie:)


Posted 14 Years Ago


I'm sure it's a lovely piece but the font is a put off. I can't read it. It gives me a headache. Sorry.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Reality is, things aren't likely to change from the way they are now. The younger generations are becoming just as corrupt as the older ones. Godless-ness is widespread and a lot of problems people thought were resolved have started to come back full force. Like war, racism, hatred, violence. If peace does come, it's going to be a while.

I think, if you want to change things, you're going to have to start with the young generations, and teach them the better way to live. Most adults are too full of pride and self-important to listen to the concerns of a child simply because we're children. But i do believe that if enough of us were to do something, then other would be forced to listen.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Wow this is awesome! I just love the way it's written.. So cool!!!

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

My opinion? Hmm. I am the person who turns to beer so i'm not sure haha.

The world is tough, but there is alot of good to be found. The world hasn't changed to be honest, just that everything is now more high-tech.

Perhaps religion should be banned until you are 18 and able to think for yourself? The brainwashing of thousands has been the cause for wars since before the crusades. Seems like a good start.

Posted 14 Years Ago


That truly is something that is TRUE!!! and in a good way to put it GREAT write! If people read it they'll be influenced by you tishy! NICE

Posted 14 Years Ago


Everyone should give everyone a benfit of a doubt and the time.
hear them out. But sadly the world isn't like that anymore.

There is always that one or two that love to bring you down and
use you to no extent. They don't care if they hurt your feelings.
I mean there is a person behind that coomputer screen writing.
No one sees that.

Anyone can change thesleves but we can't change them for them.
It has to be up to them. LOVE is love. You can want it so bad that
it hurts but that don't make love any easier.

I do believe one person can make a difference.
Where has the love gone? Who really knows but just
remember "love doesn't walk away just the people do"

Peer Pessure is hard enough I know but it starts with
love. If one can reach out it helps. It's a tough world
out there. This country may be turning away but we can
bring it back least I am one believer that believes in that.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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