I’ve learned in recent years that most people are sincere and generally want good things to happen in life, and they simply have their facts wrong, or were “going along with” other’s beliefs against their own better judgement— ie, they’ve bought-into SOMEBODY ELSE’S beliefs along the way. They’ve adopted philosophies that are in conflict with their own hearts.

Culture and society is like an out-of-control bus with 7 billion hands all grasping at the wheel at once. Our sense of perspective has gotten lost along the way, and to anyone who can re-discover perspective it truly does feel like an awakening. It DOES feel like you’ve crawled out of a pit or a deep well, and it DOES make you look at people differently, forever after.

It’s a hard topic to articulate, but you did a very good job getting it out, and also “showing it” through your poem. Like you said, the words don’t necessarily exist, do they?