Another thing in my emails
People are the face of the Earth. That’s what one of my friends would say. ‘We’re never heard by others. We deserve to be heard. We know how to make a difference.’ But in such a world, where none would pay attention to us children, who’s desperate cries fall upon deaf ears. The ones above, who “speak” for us. Chelsea has always believed that.
In an ironic turn of events, there is no need to speak, as they’ve made their mark. Just not in the way they may have wanted to. The buildings we’ve made, the twisted metal and shining glass. It stands before us, stretching into the sky, disappearing into the clouds. A trophy to those who are rich, but the opposite to those who are poor. ‘Actions speak louder than words, you know?’ And to every friend, there is someone to fight. Emma had always known, that speaking with no support would do nothing. ‘Well so what if they do? My action is to yell at the top of my voice. You can’t tell me that’s not loud.’ And here I am to sit in midst of the action, in the middle of the park, ready to do something.
‘Chelsea, what good are you to spread to the world, if all you do, is add to the noise, deafening those who speak below you?’ These two will always quarrel, whether it be at a park or a home, during the night or the day. To my relief Emma was able to cause an end to Chelsea’s rant, to my relief. Yet here she speaks again. ‘Well, what if I am to speak for those who need a voice.’ The quarrelling never ends, and a rebuttal from Emma would not be unheard of. ‘I for one, wouldn’t know. As we stand right now, who is to listen to you? I would do anything, to shut you up until you do something that will make people respect you. Make yourself a reputation.’
‘Maybe I will. Then you will listen to me.’ Chelsea fights back, only to be knocked down by Emma. ‘And by then you would have lost your ideals. You’ll never keep them. You’ll be at a loss, and once you have made your “reputation”, you won’t even know why you’d have done it.’
Sitting between these two have always been a problem, and so, the park we sit in, has become silent. What is there to listen to, other than the wind, rustling the leaves in the trees. I’ve never been able to join these fights. Because… both are true. We are the face of this earth. We speak for ourselves and each other. However, in order to do so, we build our reputation, high enough, that it reaches the tallest buildings in the world. I can now only wait for them to realise, as my opinion would only add fuel to the fire, preventing a daydreamer like me, to run free.