Rumors

I'm not going to lie, when I take a step back from my life, I see just how hard it really is. I don't have anything really to compare life to, but I know it is crazy hard and face insane challenges. I can't count the times I've heard someone say something about me or to me. Or when someone gets a little too honest, let something slip out, or are apathetic of the aftermath of the words they've said to me. Not only do we face the world with their mean words and lonely environment, but we have a mind with 5 times the power of anyone else. Every word that gets said is repeated countless times and becomes the worst form of the words first said. Over four weeks ago, I submitted an art piece for the school's art showcase. The first day I see it displayed, it's vandalized. Someone wrote "gay" on it. It was a water color picture of the silouette of a person with squiggle coming from the mouth. The farther the squiggles were, the more colorful they got. I named it Rumors, I spent hours on it, and someone vandalized it. I was able to fix it.
If we know how hard life is, why make it worse for someone else? That's selfish.