Acceptance

I think in one way or another, we all live our lives trying to prove we exist. When we speak to someone, we expect an answer or comment in return, proof that we were heard and our thoughts acknowledged. When we create something beautiful, we like to show it around, not that we need praise exactly,but what we have done or what we have accomplished to be noticed. Even if we have love and, in a sense, acknowledgement from one other individual, this is enough for us to feel that we have existed here on this plane.
How sad it is for those who speak and are unheard, those who beg to be noticed and are ignored. It is such a simple thing to acknowledge someone's presence with a word or two and even a smile, yet it is so often the one thing that is the most difficult to do.