Every day I sit at the same place, watching the world pass by. No one stops for me, so here I am, and here I'll be. Waiting for the world to stop—or for me to stop. Whichever comes first, I suppose.
Not that it’d matter.
The world is a terrible place. Want to live a good life? Good luck trying; I’ll watch you, I’ve seen hundreds like you. You all start off young with eager faces ready to “make your mark.”
Years pass.
The world isn’t kind to dreamers. You lose sight of what you started for, it’s replaced with efficiency. Time is everything, after all; it doesn't matter how much you have if you run out of time.
You need time to think, time to work, time to live. If you can even live in this world. Everyone rushes, how much can you achieve during your lifespan? Push the limits to leave a short lived mark.
Each day I watch the crowds pass by, hurrying on their way to work, to home, to their deaths…. Obviously things won’t be changing for a while.
Come, join me.
We’ll watch the world age, die, and be reborn. Until someone figures it out, how do you fix a place filled with selfish people? I’ll wait here and see.
I am an aspiring writer who enjoys immersing myself in books during my free time. What inspired me to write this story was the growing number of homeless people dotting the nearby city streets. My writing relates to the theme because broad strokes should have a broad impact, including on those who have been overlooked and brushed aside.