atticusgray

on the way home today i was overtaken by my emotions. this was all spawned earlier this morning as i was looking at a website perrtaining to missing persons.

there is so much beauty in the world, yet so much ugliness to go alongside of it. sometimes it's hard to tell which one of the two makes up the greater percentage.

the sky, the sunrise and sunset, the ocean... a cool breeze in the middle of july's most brutal of summer days; all so beautiful and soothing. so promising that not all good has left this world.

but as i looked at their pictures, at their smiling faces... i got lost, i choked up. each one an individual person, with their own story. a past, a soul, a life with their own hopes; and perspectives... talents and dreams. never to show the world how incredible they are ever again because some sick twisted fuck just had to fulfill his perversions.

it makes me sad because i don't think a lot of people take the time to think about it like that. they just see MISSING printed above the picture. the person becomes a fucking statistic, and that is it. it bothers me so much. these people deserve more than that. they deserve to be remembered, and most of all they deserve justice, which doesn't much exist anymore.

i hope one day i can play a role in changing this if i decide to utilize my criminal justice degree and make a career out of law enforcement. in some way. so that victims never lose their dignity. so that they are never erased from society, as it seems they are. it's sad what we let ourselves become sometimes. blind and detached. cursed by tunnel vision. because "it doesn't concern me.." but someday it just might.

wouldn't you want to be remembered too?

just thought i'd share all this with someone.

A. Gray