Hope, trust and love

You have a dream 
And do your best to achieve it 
You work 
You pray
To the Creator of the universe
You focus on what you want
You give all it takes 
And even more 
You work 
And pray 
Tirelessly 
And then life happens the way it does
And you lose hope
You feel lost
Betrayed
And you know this feeling 
All too well 
This world is an unjust place 
It's not what it's supposed to be 
Everything is hostile around you 
And you can't do anything about it 
You are a victim
Determined to suffer 
No one can help you 
And no one will 
They don't care anyway 
Everyone else seems to have it all together 
Even if they face problems 
But they have access to help you don't 
Your fate is written 
It's not what you wanted 
And you just sit passively 
Not being able to do 
Anything about it  
The scenario is set 
You are the victim 
And they are the oppressors 
Whoever they are 
Parents, spouses, secret sweethearts
Children, neighbours, shop assistants
Bosses, colleagues, receptionists
People from the community 
Teachers, parents from school or nursery 
Acquaintances, strangers, office clerks 
Your life depends on keeping them happy 
But they will never be happy with you 
They are angry with you 
There's nothing you can do about it 
Has it resonated? 
What's that deep dark feeling inside? 
Where's it coming from? 
Is it the way you grew up? 
Your parents? Or your parents' parents? 
Or some old ancestors from centuries ago 
Who was only satisfied with the best 
Where there was no room to be happy 
To be honest 
To enjoy life 
Only for duties 
And they were always deemed 
Less than perfect 
Where is it from? 
Maybe all the pain of the last centuries 
Added together? 
All the oppression your every ancestor 
Ever had to face 
It is manifested 
In this destructive voice 
That's telling you 
You are not good 
Not enough 
The only way you can be accepted 
Is that you serve others 
Never think of yourself 
Your needs 
You are not here for that 
Your only reason is to be useful 
Is it because of your background? 
Your community? 
Your gender? 
Darling 
Whatever it is 
Wherever it is coming from 
It doesn't really matter 
If you see all the negativity 
Your ancestors suffered 
The last century 
Are you surprised? 
When have you experienced kindness? 
Acceptance? 
Unconditional love? 
Don't tell me... I know... 
Love is the default way of humanity 
Anything less than that is harmful 
Resentment is dangerous to health 
Oppression destroys communities 
And self esteem of the individual 
Hate kills 
Only love can save you 
Love yourself like your life depends on it 
It does 
Never allow any thought towards yourself 
Or others 
Especially loved ones 
Except love 
Cut off everything and everyone 
Spreading hate 
Just like cancer cells are cut out 
Love yourself 
Love and trust your Creator 
Who only allowed you to 
Experience pain 
To grow 
And to choose love 
By yourself 
Actively 
Because passivity is also a lie 
We are here to act on love 
And finally 
Love others 
All while loving yourself 
And never allowing anyone 
To use you 
That's not love or patience 
Love doesn't hurt 
Patience doesn't tolerate abuse 
So if someone can't be loved by you 
Just leave them alone 
And now just relax 
And love yourself 




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