I Am Disturbed

I am disturbed by the sun that hides between the clouds, I am disturbed by the smiles of people that remain hidden, I am disturbed by the leaves that shouldn’t fall in the most difficult moments.

I am disturbed when I see people starving while I walk down the street and companies throw food in the gutter. I am disturbed by the politics that always devours us with new schemes that never lead us to a solution but always to a new void.

I am disturbed by the future, for I know that in the present we should set aside time to think ahead, and few do. I am disturbed by the lack of feeling with which we treat another human being, simply for being a stranger.

I am disturbed even by those people who let their dignity — their most precious possession — drain away just to be accepted in any social sphere, even if they don’t necessarily feel part of it or even like it. It is being hypocritical with yourself, with your soul, with your being, with your existence. It is ceasing to exist.

I am disturbed by the roses that insist on withering, by the weather that always turns cold at the most inappropriate moment, I am disturbed by the time that holds me hostage in the hours when I need it most for myself, I am disturbed by everything that disturbs no one.

I am disturbed.

But I love life and it loves me, all that’s left now is to make it official.