In the purest

Evil looms in the purest.
But still we choose to linger on,
linger in the pain and sorrow.
Hoping for a better tomorrow.
Just hope.
Instead of actually getting off our lazy arses,
we prefer to sit and hope.
They tell us to pray,
So we sit and we pray.
Hoping again for some sort of miracle.
Why not try to be the miracle??
Why not try to be someone's extraordinary?
Change someone's life today.
Be a gift, a friend, a faith, a smile.
Make someone's life worthwhile.
Make yours worth more.
More than it is, moret than you (ironically) hope it should be.
I look around me and I digest the world we live in, and how unsafe it has become.
How my parents try to protect me from it all.
I just don't know how long they can.
Sooner or later, they'll have to let me go.
At that time, without uncertainty, it will not be any safer than it is now.
What then?
I think of the future, the family I might want to build.
But do I really want to bring a child into this world?
Would that be the right thing to do?
How do we know?
How will we ever.