I remember those days when love was one spread,
with beautiful words
with beautiful words and powerful sonnets.
I remember those days when compassion was truly shown,
but sadly, as time flows
but sadly, as time flows we only see painful silhouettes.
Of a clash of differences and needs
instead of finding ways for both parties to succeed.
We all share a community as friendship was decreed.
To bask in the beauty that was seen,
with each word
with each word and each read.
I long for those days....
"There is no power for change greater than a community discovering what it cares about." – Margaret J. Wheatley
Although I have not made a year on Commaful yet, it has impacted my life in more ways than none. I have mentioned before, this place has become a hunting ground for what I feel are the wrong things. Popularity and love doesn’t come overnight, it occurs through hard work and dedication.
I’m not happy with the popularity contest nor the need for validation. It feels less like a community and more like an ego stroke for power. I do hope we can find peace in this matter. Possibly come to a resolution for both sides.
This community should be for everyone and no one should be excluded, but there should be a consensus on what makes everyone comfortable to read and write on this platform.
And I hope we can make strides towards this.