We cannot let ourselves be hypnotized by the city and society’s depictions of what we should strive for.
Did we forget about the waves? Not the waves of traffic, but the waves of white-brushed serenity and the salty, fresh air.
The pebbles may be rough beneath your toes, but step steady as the breeze blows.
Never take for granted every breath that you do so take, because sooner than you think, fights for oxygen will be at stake.
Decay works as rapidly as the starving, old woman, but society chooses to ignore both, and deny our destitution.
Open your eyes to the few who seek the recognition of our world that is melting.
Can we ever learn to appreciate what we have before we drown?