The Elephant In The Room

Will I understand at any point,how, in one's mind,extreme violence becomesthe only path worth taking?I wish I could spend time talkingto the minds of those individuals.Explain the value of human life.Though the likelihoodof listening ears might be low.As long as people talkand have been talkingabout such sensitive issues.There has been, and will behope for a light to sparkabove someone's head.¿A blink,and the hopeful realization,their current line of thinkingisn't working.I'm aware I'm a dreamer,most of what I say soundsfar-fetched. Out of touchwith what might be your reality.Something inside of me screamsabout these being the only types of dreamswith the potential to save someone's life one day.I know it's absurd,to realize I have this sort of insight,I believe everyone does.The kind which holds a certainkind of power over another life.It could be childish of meto presume it's as simple as theneed to hear someone cares. . .¿I care.These words ring true,they have more power thanmany other I've heard before.When will we start talkingto the great big elephant in the room?It seems like the elephant's me,I'm learning this isn't the case.At times the elephant has the most elegant way of thinking,speaking, living, and perceiving.We tend to gloss the elephant over,complain and cry about it.You should consider staying silent, and listeningto the elephant in your life for a change.