My People.

I get reminded of the "good ol' days" every now and then. Especially when I meet those people who mean something to me after long periods of not having them in my life. Something about them is positive, something about them tells me that they wish me well, something about them makes me choke every time I think about them. Now, I am not someone who gets emotional in life. I mean, I do, but I make sure people don't know it, but sometimes, when I do experience sheer beauty of the character that someone posses, I get moved like nothing else in life moves me.

Hello there, I am the Earthian.

Few people have that impact on me. In a world where there are so many who are ready to make me feel bad about the person that I am, in a world where I am made to reconsider my own self's quality, in a world that's full of people I want to run away from, the fact that there are a few I want to run towards is scarily beautiful. I get told a lot about me, sometimes directly, most other times indirectly, that I am so flawed and other lines that are similar. Not that they affect me a lot, but that these are things that people tell me because they can. These come from a place of negativity in their hearts towards me. These take birth from hatred, not with an intent of wanting good things to happen to me. And then there are those who tell me that I could be so much better than I am right now if I just paid a little bit more attention. They want the best for me even if they're not around to see me have it. They'll be there, always, if not physically, emotionally. And everything they have to tell me, even if its something negative, it all comes from a pure place in their hearts. A place of positivity, if you will. A place that's sanct. And these are the people I can never forget, not even in my dreams.

Love, peace.

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