What if we were loud? Would yelling change the world?

And if that world changed, would we, in turn, be martyrs?

What if we were silent? Could our actions speak for us?

And if we “spoke,” would others truly be inclined to listen?

What if we could walk for miles? Would we learn anything? Would we see what there is to see?

Say we did, might that change something in us?

What if we were strong? Could we be strong for someone else?

And if we weren’t, are there any other options?

What if we were weak? Would that destroy us?

Would we lose all we hold dear?

Say we were, would they love us any less?

What if we were just… us? Could it be any more or less possible for us to realize that we are who we are regardless?

If we did, perhaps that would be an even greater feat of strength.

What if?

What if we changed?

What if we learned to be kind and to care for more than three seconds?

What if we became the slayers of our fears?

What if we managed to stop running?

Would it change anything?

Would that make us better or worse?

What if all we breathed was truth?

Could we become what we always feared?

What of our lives have we left to fear?

What if we didn’t care?

What if, regardless of what holds us back, we accepted the greatness and honor that we all, so truly deserved?

What if we could be anything we wanted?

What if we could be it right now?

Who would we be?

Is it you?

Is it me?

What if?

What if hatred stopped existing and all that was left wasn’t love, but something... new; something better; something we couldn’t even fathom?

What would that make us?

What if we made us?

What if we had the confidence to be ourselves?

What if we looked around and decided that what we are is everything and nothing at the same time?

And what if we had the will to realize just how magnificent that is?

What if, my friends, what if?