501 Prompts is my attempt at being creative and productive at the same time. Even in times of struggle.
Here’s how it works: prepare an idea, write for 20 minutes, edit, upload it and move on to the next. It’s open to all genres, topics and experiments with storytelling.
This time, I wrote down whatever came to my mind to specific words. I edited it as little as possible.
I hope you enjoy the change in this prompt!
Being alone is tough. Not for me, I thought. I’ve spent most of my life growing up in self-imposed isolation. It was my way to react to the changes life kept throwing at me. Hide and hope it stopped. Cutting all connections, denying myself to exist, entertaining the idea of not being real.
Was I happy? I thought I was. My critical awareness was waking up and sharpening its teeth. It told me that I didn’t want to be a part of any of THAT. The world was scary, unjust, and brutal. Way too much to comprehend, let alone handle.
Just recently, I understood that I built up the illusion of being okay with all of that. No doors, no windows, sitting alone with myself, slowly suffocating from my misery.
A lot has changed since then. Now I have people on the outside who care. They keep the walls from closing in. I’m grateful that I allowed myself to exist.
Diseases aren’t an act of God. Nobody deserves to get sick or to stay healthy. There’s no rhyme, no reason, no matter how hard we look for it. The monster loses its threat once we can give it a name. We come up with ways to defeat it, some real others make-believe. Obsessed with being healthy and seeking eternal life, we hurt those who don’t fit into that particular pursuit.
Everyone deserves compassion and care, and nothing less. Yet all we find is contempt, prejudice, and blame. Personal responsibility is a neat concept to explain the world. It wraps up everything under a straightforward label: you get what you deserve. Poor or rich, good or bad, healthy or sick. It guilts the weak and makes the strong feel good about themselves and lifts all responsibility from them.
But there is no design. There is no fairness if we don’t put in the effort to create it. We need to stop accepting the lies we tell ourselves to excuse our lack of empathy. Just because it’s random doesn’t mean we can’t change reality.
Is it naive to hold on to a lifeline when you’re lost at sea during a storm?
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