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The Meaning of Life?

By GothicRhyme 2016-08-17 18:23:03
It's difficult to admit when you need help... In a world of corruption, what is our solace? In a world that revolves around money, where the greedy and pompous have their way, what is a loving and giving soul supposed to do? The purest souls never give in to darkness or temptations. But when darkness and temptations are the only way to survive in the harsh world we live in, what is a pure soul to do? Remain living pure, but lacking in everything they need to survive, such as food or a roof over their head? Or succumb to the temptations in life, and become greedy themselves, relying on money to get them where they want to be in life? It seems that nowadays a pure soul is rare. There are so many people without homes, so many people that have nothing to go to when life hits rock bottom. There are so many good people out there, so many pure souls who would never hurt a fly, who would never even step on a bug on the sidewalk, who live on the streets, who have no family, who have no friends and no home to return to every day. They have no safety. Each day they wonder how they will eat that day, or if they will eat at all, while the greedy impure souls who look down on the homeless sit in their large houses, dining on steak and desserts, never having to worry about where they will get their next meal or what corner or dark alley they will have to sleep in that night...

I used to look down on those people without a home. I always thought that through hard work and dedication, you can accomplish anything, even in the harsh world we live in today. I used to be naive about how the world works, and I always knew that I would make it, out of all my peers. I never had a doubt in my mind that I would ever hit such a rock bottom, such a harsh plummet down a crevice that would force me to be without a home, without food or a bed to sleep in. I always knew I would make it... but I was wrong.

I sit here typing this as my last call, I guess. I recently have found myself exactly the same as the people I used to look down on. Here I am sitting here, without friends and without family. Without help and with no future. With no money and with no home. I am only 20 years old and I find myself facing the terrifying streets that I will surely soon be thrown to. With so many fears and phobias and so much anxiety I have to deal with, I can't work enough to earn the money I need, the money that will get me into a home. I can't afford to live. I'm 20 years old and I have been living out of a hotel for the majority of the past year, a motel room that I have had to share with other people because they couldn't afford to live either. I lived in a motel room that I have been kicked out of because of my horrible social anxiety, because I couldn't handle talking to the people I shared the room with. I was able to get another room for myself, but my bank account has already run dryer than a desert. I'm 20 years old and I have nothing. No home. No family. No friends.

I would never hurt anyone. I would never hurt a fly. I would never step on a single bug on the sidewalk, because I believe that even the smallest of earth's creatures deserve to live. Because no one deserves to be stepped on, no one deserves to be crushed. But here I am, trapped under the shoe of the corrupt society we live in, where all anyone cares about is the money. What's in it for them? What do they get in return for taking pity on a helpless and homeless 20 year old? Nothing. So she is thrown back to the streets. Why is it that I would never hurt anything, not even a little ant, yet I am hurt so badly by those around me? I know I don't deserve this because not even that little beetle on the hot sidewalk deserves this. So why is this happening? It's a question I've been asking myself my whole life. What did I do wrong? Why is this happening to me? How badly did I hurt someone to deserve this? And what is the purpose of life if all you can do is survive? You live, you scrape up your next meal, you hit rock bottom and you're still scraping away, trying to find somewhere to call home, but you never do. What is the point in life if there is nothing more to it than struggling to find a roof over your head and never finding it?

Yet here I am scraping away. I'm 20 years old and I'm living on the streets because people would rather take money than a sad looking homeless girl with nothing to live for.

Where is the world's compassion?

Why is this happening?

And why does it never end?

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