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SOMEWHERE OUT THERE... IS SOMEONE

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    Permanently locked in every human is the inate ability to see beyond the ordinary... to see far above what the eye permits us to see in the physical. That is the idea that birth this article; the idea that I can see something that refuses to stay in the physical, suppressed by emotions and buried deep within tough situations and circumstances. The idea that there is something happening to someone, somewhere out there.
     Being human goes far beyond the ability to perform every function of a living thing (otherwise, we might as well hang out with the goats). It's the traits, emotions and thinking ability that separates us from the pack of living things and sets us aside as humans. It is that human side that this blog appeals to. It calls on that side to provoke itself to positive change, build on good qualities already acquired, and learn from scratch that which makes us human, and makes life worth living.
     Somewhere out there are people who wake up every morning without a song on their lips. Somewhere out there are people with a heavy heart. Somewhere out there is somebody saying “I'm not worth it”. Somewhere out there is someone saying “Maybe today is the day when I'll jump out that window”. Somewhere out there are people laying under a bridge and feeling hopeless. Somewhere out there are people whose loneliness you can cut through with a kitchen knife. Somewhere out there are people who feel like failures.
     Somewhere out there are you, reading this and wondering what the writer is thinking. Maybe you understand these words, maybe they are just a couple of words on a blog. But I know that human side appeals to you. So much so that you are not going to ignore these words, because at some point in time, someone out there becomes you. So don't just scroll to the bottom and leave a comment to encourage the lonely writer, get out there and make a difference! Someone out there is waiting for those encouraging words you have been storing up for a long time. Someone out there is waiting to sing the song you have to teach him. Someone out there just wants to hear you say “You're worth it”. Someone out there is dying to hear you say “you are not alone”. Someone out there is waiting to hear you say “You can't jump out that window today, because I'm going to miss you if you do”. Someone out there is waiting to have a thirty minute conversation with you. Someone out there is hoping that he is the reason why you'd be great. Someone out there just wants to be heard. Here you are reading this, here you are making up your mind to step outside and meet someone out there.

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