I find it incredibly surreal that we are celebrating a victory that to me doesn’t seem like a win for humanity at all. Was it the lesser of two evils. Time will surely tell but what is evident to all is there is major decision and unrest to be had as half of the nation is angry of the outcome. That doesn’t say much all things considered.
If we are all created equally, then it is our materialistic possessions that set us apart. There was a time when we were content being able to provide for ourselves the necessities of life until some other being told us we needed to lust over something else.
If history is destined to repeat itself what makes us so blind. Is it because we have become numb to the transgressions muting our inner voice. We had a year which was supposed to serve and solitude and look what we have done. We have those that are supposed to lead us and show us…
I cry for those who can no more and I find comfort in my sweet baby bird. She dances in my hand like Sunshine and sings the happiest of tunes. That is what it feels like to me anyways. My moods have been shifty even more so these days but Miss Anne sure had the right idea when she said nature fixes everything. When you look into the eyes of any animal, especially one you connect with a certain magic transforms the best of you.
don’t see how we have made any progress. We have those who force their opinion down your throats and if you don’t agree with what they say then you are the devil. Everything you do is blasphemy in their eyes. How can this be? All I care about is trying to repair the grievous fractures in our timeline.
We are oblivious to each other. And nothing much matters and I don’t think any space of time sadly will ever change that.
To say I am lost is an understatement when half of you is being kept underground. So if that living half of me is such a disgrace does anything I do make sense? If I have nowhere to go into eternity do I float free, free of thought?
Nothing happens for no reason. Even the things that at the time make absolutely no sense. It is a course correction to live your life differently, to count your blessings and move on. Life was meant to be lived and loved and you can’t do that if you are gripping hard onto the past.
The shift that we are all faced with can either pull us away or it can unite us in ways we can not even fathom. You either see it and you understand it or you become oblivious for all the World to see. At first it comes with a cloud of uncertainty that begs us to read between the lines. It never ceases to amaze me though how little thought we put into the grace that is life.
Imagine living an existence so privileged, so entitled that your only claim to fame was when you dropped out of your mother’s crotch and took your first breath. Some lives are just that way. There is no thought or reason to why. It is more kind of like my parents knew a guy who also knew a guy and our family was the first one to own a blank (insert whatever here)