Somewhere

Somewhere in the world, a mother is crying. Somewhere, someone is dying. Somewhere out on the streets, a child is hungry and cold. Somewhere, someone is pleading for help.

Somewhere, but not here.

But you know they're out there. All the suffering in the world, you feel it. Close your eyes and listen, and you can hear them screaming, crying.

We are all part of this world. What happens to one happens to all. Everything is connected. One's joy, sadness, suffering or passion is for everyone. You can feel it in the air. Miniscule vibrations, soft as butterfly wings. Subliminal, but there. You know it, and you have to do something.

For your own sake.