"A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I'll sell 'em for a dollar.
They're worth so much more after I'm a goner.
And maybe then you'll hear the words I been singing.
Funny, when you're dead people start listening."
--The Band Perry "If I Die Young"
Dear Diary,
I've been thinking about this a lot lately. I've been thinking about how people don't hear you as well, until you're not here to be heard anymore. It's funny how when you die suddenly everything you've stood for, everything you lectured about, and everything you wanted people to hear gets heard more. It's funny how it takes death for people to start to listen.
It makes me sad, diary.
It's sad to think that people have to die to make a difference.
It's sad to think that I won't be heard, that I won't be listened to, until I'm not here to talk anymore. It's sad to think that people are so blinded by everything else that they don't have time to listen. They don't have time to be bothered with messages from people, no matter how important that message is.
I can't change this, diary.
I can't change people if they don't want to change, but that isn't going to stop me from trying.
It isn't going to stop me from talking, from trying to make people listen. It isn't going to stop me from trying to make a difference because maybe someday, someone out there will listen.
It shouldn't stop anyone from talking, from spreading their stories, from spreading their messages.
I choose to be heard now, even if nobody wants to listen.
Because someday, maybe somebody will hear me.
Maybe somebody will spread my story.
Maybe somebody will spread my messages.
And maybe I won't be heard until I'm gone,
but at least I tried. At least I kept talking, kept writing.
At least my story, my words, my messages were put out there.
Love Forever & Always,
Me
They're worth so much more after I'm a goner.
And maybe then you'll hear the words I been singing.
Funny, when you're dead people start listening."
--The Band Perry "If I Die Young"
Dear Diary,
I've been thinking about this a lot lately. I've been thinking about how people don't hear you as well, until you're not here to be heard anymore. It's funny how when you die suddenly everything you've stood for, everything you lectured about, and everything you wanted people to hear gets heard more. It's funny how it takes death for people to start to listen.
It makes me sad, diary.
It's sad to think that people have to die to make a difference.
It's sad to think that I won't be heard, that I won't be listened to, until I'm not here to talk anymore. It's sad to think that people are so blinded by everything else that they don't have time to listen. They don't have time to be bothered with messages from people, no matter how important that message is.
I can't change this, diary.
I can't change people if they don't want to change, but that isn't going to stop me from trying.
It isn't going to stop me from talking, from trying to make people listen. It isn't going to stop me from trying to make a difference because maybe someday, someone out there will listen.
It shouldn't stop anyone from talking, from spreading their stories, from spreading their messages.
I choose to be heard now, even if nobody wants to listen.
Because someday, maybe somebody will hear me.
Maybe somebody will spread my story.
Maybe somebody will spread my messages.
And maybe I won't be heard until I'm gone,
but at least I tried. At least I kept talking, kept writing.
At least my story, my words, my messages were put out there.
Love Forever & Always,
Me
I hear you Ashley! Keep writing! Love Kay
ReplyDeleteI hear you too! You're brave and inspiring keep writing!!!
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