On top of the lighthouse we feel the breeze caress the very essence of our humanity. The wind cascades down our emotions as we stare longingly at the vast ocean that stretches before us. Miles and miles of water beneath us. Who are we? What are we? Looking up at velvet sky we see a great expanse of nothingness with meaningless flaws. We drown in the world. We drown without a fight, knowing neither time nor space could save us. This inevitable process of dying into the world heightens our spirits with the will to live. Yet, have we found the answers to our existence? Debatable. Never just a fact. Never finite. We liken our lives to those of the noble. Only we never really dive to the very meaning of their works. We’re a push pin wanting to belong to the corkboard of socialites. Our superficiality has given as a feigned notion of reality. Clouded visions have deliberately guided us to the labyrinth of known comfort and selfishness. We have forgotten the immensity of love. Of charity and faith.

This love that people tend to talk about nowadays is tainted. The love that we know today is so exclusive. The world now revolves around two people. Time stops. They say they know love. They say it’s the greatest feeling ever — the one where you can sing in the wrong key and you won’t care. Because your beloved is there. But I say, you know not of love. Not when you haven’t shared it with the world, not when you haven’t turned your exclusiveness into one that could save lives.

The world now trembles in the hands of those who have known to love only exclusively.