Hidden playground...

Innumerable children exist in the vast expanse of an imaginary, yet always present playground. An ever-changing place filled with all the toys one could have only dreamed of. Near the entrance, a small child waits impatiently for his parents to come for him soon. A ball hits the head of another one who stands sobbing in a corner, the rejection of the rest taking its toll on him. A little girl shares her candy with an older boy, and he takes advantage of her. A pair bickers over broken crayons, ignoring that their painting book has no pages. Behind a few shrubs resting against the fence a few boys play hide-and-seek.

The melody of a pretty girl’s voice rises from between the laughter of the many others ignoring her. Another kid stomps on the ground where two other smaller children build a castle, lifting a trail, a cloud of dust covering his footsteps. Close to them two little girls chase after butterflies.

A line of children, all different ages and races stand in front of the water fountain expectantly, eager to taste the water, the divine fluid that will quench their thirst. Some will drink a little, some end up with their shirts drenched, but all that doesn’t matter to them, all they want is to satiate themselves.

Near the playground’s center, a see-saw ominously decides the fate of two children. One is up a moment, seeing the heavens above, the playground where everyone has fun in one way or another; the other one lies closer to the ground, sacrificing his view for the enjoyment of the first one, voluntarily or not.

And there, in the middle of it all, a bold child stands atop a tall slide and he screams to the top of his lungs in excitement ‘look at me, everyone look at me!’.

Where are you in this playground called life?

Do you see all the beauty around you? Are you filled with insecurities, waiting for someone to come to the rescue while forgetting everything around you? Are you one of those who have always felt rejected by the rest, crying in silence with a heart in agony. Maybe you have given yourself to another only to be taken advantage of.

Do you bicker constantly over broken dreams, over things you just imagine exist or events you think happened?

Are you hiding from the world, or do you search for others only to avoid finding yourself? Do you want to be noticed, or are you one of those who ignore the ones who strive for something better, enviously?

Are you building your future, or are you stepping on someone else’s chance to succeed?

Are you chasing your dreams?

Many stand in line waiting, to finally get what will quench their desires.

Do you sacrifice it all for the betterment of another, or do you just live thinking of what your getting, ignoring other people’s sacrifices?

Are you bold enough to stand out and say ‘here I am, I’m ready to make a change’?