my thoughts before i sleep are of the potential of social justice; uplifting of the poor, opportunity for the oppressed, solace for the grieving, empowerment for the disenfranchised, redemption for the guilty...peace for humanity. Greatness for humanity.
most mornings i wake up in my queen bed, under my tommy hilfiger comforter, with a glass of clean water at my bedside (which, I should add, is still cool from the central air).
How does one reconcile their own incongruity? Is it possible for us to support the emergence of something, when in fact we embody a force inhibiting its growth?
(somebody's gotta start a dialogue or i'm quitting the blog, i don't find the act of writing itself therapeutic - its the exchange)
Dream Big
No comments:
Post a Comment