No one would listen...

I write this with what I call 'the tears about to fall voluptuously'. No I'm not sad.I have everything I need, better still everything I want. I want one other thing. Thing for lack of a better word. I know it's challenging and I'm not sure I know how to do it. But I cannot rest until I complete my mission. I want to teach the world to listen. I want to teach the world to do away with bureaucracy, with all the paperwork and finally start to listen. It's taken me the strength of a lion, the tears of a million people, I'm not so sure I would have been able to do it alone. I just listened. Because it is a skill I learnt 8 years ago when I wanted to be listened to. And there was no one at the time. And no, nobody's voice, how little that may be, should go unlistened to. I saw, I listened, I shared. And God has blessed me with a partner as strong as a million lions. It's partnership, that is probably why we worked through everything and are still here. We survived so much, so much adversity, but we're here, still here and will still be. Adversity in life is not welcome, but it still is there. I could have upped and left, but I didn't, instead I listened. And once again I saw, I listened. The world should learn to listen too, is it possible that I alone could hear? Is it really possible that I alone saw the loneliness, the emptiness? Was it just me who saw it happening; the exasperation, the hope fading away, the shame of solitude, the torment and the tears? Was it just me who saw him with hands in his pockets walking sadly away? Is it just me who thinks that love rocks the mountains? Is it just me who thinks I have a metaphorical mountain of Kleenex to wipe tears away? Why doesn't the world wake up and hear the music? Or is it such a special type of music which only the ones who have had it rough are able to hear? It is indeed a blessing in life if one learns to listen. Souls hear other souls and communicate in the same way that old Indians sent smoke messages. The world should rise up and reach itself, however paradoxical that may seem. Because once the spirit is picked up from the gloom and the doom, then it can only guarantee success, perhaps not an academical one, but one which goes beyond the skin, flesh and bones. So please... listen.