these pages were bare

as days pass, millions of thoughts race through my mind. whether they're intelligent or bland, they're always mine.
when life is given to us we are empty. empty, and ready to learn. mostly, however, we are here to observe and act upon these notions.
these thoughts are not given to us, they are produced. my thoughts are unlike yours and the next person's. though, i'm always proud to call them "mine".
you may not concur to the words i have assembled, but you have been granted the right to respect them. i do not judge based on your experiences. i do not criticize your lifestyle. in essence i ask the same of you.
my request is not outlandish or impossible, it is merely obtainable with a fragment of effort.
do not base your judgments solely on what you have heard. open your eyes and observe. open your ears and listen. open your heart and give compassion. open your arms and embrace. open your mouth and welcome reassurance.
the world does not ask much of you. you may ask too much of the world.
remember your place and keep the position of others in the forefront of your mind.
these blank pages are meant to be filled; filled with your own initiatives and observations.