Changes

When I think of the world, there's so much I want to do, and so much I fear. Last night, I stood outside listening to the wind. From where I live, I can see the city. The lights flickered like fireflies against the dark sky. You can't help but feel so small then. Sometimes, it feels so easy to get swallowed by the darkness around you. I'm always keeping hope that someday, things won't be so bad. I want to be alive to see the world change for the better.
Long ago, when the world was new, I think I would be afraid to live then and there. There was so much danger. But now, things haven't improved much. The only difference is that now, it seems like people are creating their own downfalls, as well as the downfall of others.
Don't get me wrong, there are so many good people in the world. It took me a long time to see that, and I regret not seeing it sooner. But when I hear about all the disasters happening in the world (and to countries other than my own no less), it seems like the good people and the bad people draw their lines. Their true colors appear in times of desperation and tragedy. Maybe this is a good thing. Everyone comes together, total strangers, and it amazes me how many people rush to help those who need it.
This revitalizes my hope, because it means I have a little less to fear. There are good people out there to help; to make this world a better place. Someday, I hope that people like these will have a greater power over corruption.