Why feel misunderstood,
when there is someone to understand you?
Why feel empty,
when there is someone to fill you up?
Why feel left out,
when you could feel included?
Why feel unappreciated,
when you could feel respected and admired?
Why be hard on yourself,
when you could be soft on someone else?
Why be grounded,
when you could be a lucid dreamer?
Why live a dull existence,
when life can be fantastically magical?
Why manipulate,
when you can flirt and persuade?
Why remain ignorant,
when there is someone from whom to receive wisdom?
Why feel lonely,
when there is no separation?
Why feel grief,
when love never ends?
The Halfwit Writer 