When the world is crazy. Moving. Beautiful. Horrific. Amazing. Laughing. Smiling. Talking. Dancing. Singing. Sleeping. Jumping. Fast. Confusing. Scary. Dark. Bright. Depressing. Loving. Hateful. Ugly. Terrible. Exciting. Then where does that leave you? A single living being, with nothing but his own feelings and capacity to love. With nothing but his own strong will to be noticed, to be a part of something bigger. How does a single person get noticed by anything, anyone? If this world is spinning by him, not caring what he has to offer, how can he stand up and shout at the world? He can he tell them he's something special, something worth listening to? How can he get anyone to take the time of day to listen. Even just for a few minutes. That's enough to be heard. But in this fast-paced world, everyone's too busy trying to get their own selves heard and out there. So. When the world comes crashing down, harder and faster than anyone is ready for, what's gonna happen? Are people going to forget themselves to help others? Or will they prove to everything that they really, truly are those selfish beings, those unkind souls, that they mostly portray themselves as? But then again, with everyone so caught up in their own business, how can a single person, no matter how good he truly is, expect someone else to help them? How can that one person expect their help to other to even be noticed. Maybe, in this world of joy and tears and sadness and anger, if enough people took the time to stop and listen. To stop and help someone else out. Then maybe, just maybe, we'll be on our way to becoming better people. Stronger people. More open people. People who don't have to put on a smile and say they're totally fine, with no cares at all in the world. Maybe once the hearts of every person start to melt just a tiny bit, then maybe we'll become more understanding and even more loving. Just maybe.