This is how my brain flows...

You are my healer and I am healed but I still have these scars.
I wonder if they'll follow me for the rest of my life.
Proof of my hurt, proof of my mistakes. I'm still imperfect and until I die that will never change.
It's funny how our life decisions can sometimes leave scars. Sometimes it feels like everyone is just staring at my scars full of judgement and lack of understanding. I guess I can't blame them. I've been there too. I've been that person that doesn't understand and chooses to judge instead of trying to understand.
But for God's sake, can the world just stop being so hateful?
God I'm tired of this world being so broken and everyone walking around with all these scars because no one is perfect. How can one person judge another person's scars? When it all boils down to it, they are all scars. We are a bunch of scarred, lonely people walking around like everything's all peachy. Who are we trying to kid? God save us, save us from ourselves.
I literally wrote three pages worth of praying for people by their names and there were so much more.

Fact: there are over 6.7 billion people on this planet
Fact: we are ALL broken
Fact: peace is not a common thing on this earth

Solution number 1: kill everyone. simple, quick, easy.

Solution number 2/our current solution: pretend we are perfect. live our lives to build ourselves up. Make money, lots of it just for a 3 story house with a married couple living in it while the husband cheats on the wife at work and the wife cheats on her husband in his own house. learn the art of fake smiles.

or could there be a solution number 3? Call me crazy but neither of these solutions seem too appealing. I know this is hard to understand but MAYBE, just maybe, we are supposed to actually love people and not use them for money, sex, advice, or whatever. Maybe the world isn't supposed to be this messed up and this broken. Maybe there is such thing as world peace and that we can reach that goal, God-willing. Maybe there is a being out there that's so much bigger that we can understand and who created us, not by coincidence, but intentionally. Maybe he created us with an intention purpose and that is to love. Perhaps life is more than making money, getting married, having 2.5 kids, and then dying. Maybe life is more than just trying to survive and we're supposed to actually live.

We all have lives, but how many of us are actually living?