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My last going home has yield an experience that has put perhaps most of the life on the planet under the awareness that their suffering may not equal the pain I found.

Even though I was there for so long, the longest ever since I had left at the age of 16, at the moment it feels as if it was not enough to cover the abscence my family have had in my life.

Much less of the abscence that I may cause in theirs.
I feel as if I'm like the wind in a hot summer day,
A breeze that brushes and aleviates a bit of the monotony of people's lives.

The one voice that gets in trouble because I have the courage to speak up against people's foolishness.

The heart and soul of the many people that have been living dead as if they do not fall in line, they shall suffer beyond of what their lives may cause onto them.

What I feel is that people have shown how broken they are for their mistakes,
Mistakes that don't just prove my assignment to hell,
but speak of the hell that everybody lives in and outside of their minds.

Always belived in democracy for that reason.
No person should govern a world and force people to behave how they want.
That is called manipulation.

God, does not require you to go to the church every Sunday.
God lives and breathes through your entire existence.
From the moment of your conception,
Through the stories and moments you lived, he is always with you.

My suffering is not only about proving the lack of God,
rather a higher proof that our lives is touched by him everyday.
In every bitter second that I count, awaiting for the chance to put my skills to good use,
through every step, and each person that came along my way, to give me the opportunity,
To feel that though not everything is perfect and the future is uncertain,
I can trust humanity to think and act better than yesterday.

No matter how badly you sinned, the odds of a good life you may have,
Heaven or hell is a matter of how well we feel with ourselves.
For example, ever heard of the type of people that have everything but still suffer for some ridiculous reason? The kind of person that could enjoy the heaven that exists on earth but yet choose to live in hell within their own selves?

Or about the type of person that has nothing and yet manages to laugh at the silliness in life?
Money can buy you experiences, can allow for you to have a better life, but there's only so much it can really do to your life. Only yourself can transform the way you feel.

Sometimes we must go to our own hells in order to remove from us that of what troubles us.
Only we can change the way we feel and consequently live.
Sure, we are not alone and often times we must connect to others in order to transform our lives.
It is possible.

The world has been made to those that work hard and seek opportunity.
If I've been able to, why couldn't you?

Where do we go, what do we transform on, how are we here, are questions that I rather leave unanswered.

As far as I know, even in front of the worst fears I could have faced,
I had to hold onto the hope that I could keep on going and making this world a better place for all of us.