Convinced

I’m not convinced of this world.

I’m not convinced that the heartless will never regain their heart. That the poor will never find wealth. That this world is how it should be. 

I’m not convinced that the depressed will never see the light. That the downtrodden won’t be picked up by those who beat them down. That this world is better without someone. 

There is a meaning to this life and I’m not convinced we've truly found it. That we know why we’re here. That we've fulfilled the passion we strive for. They say it can’t be done. That we can’t fly. That we can’t find happiness in sorrow. 

I’m not convinced of all the smiles that come my way. That someone’s life is perfect. And that we’re all okay. 

Because I’m convinced that we’re not. 

That our closest friends do turn on us. The ones we love the most tear apart everything we had. I’m convinced that we've all laid in our beds and felt hopeless. Like nothing will ever matter again. That we’ll never matter. 

I’m convinced that in our darkest hours, someone, anyone, will come to our side and lay next to us. Until we find the strength to sit up and walk out the door we've been searching for. That something inside us will light up, and guide us to the passion fulfilled life we viciously strive for. In our dreams and in our wake. 

I’m convinced that one day we will run so fast and so long that we not only capture the muse, but we tackle her down. We look her in the eyes, raise our fist, and then shed a tear upon her face. 

Because I am convinced that in this world of failure, nothing is better than knowing you did everything they said you couldn't.