Transfighter
Well and how to gauge whether a given thing is worth all the effort of getting involved, opening one's life up to change. There is a fortune sitting here that says, "You will come to realizations in you life that change you forever." No, that omission of the "r" is not a typographical error on my part. Anne was right, people need to be so much more conscious of how they live. So many ways to divert the attention during the free times. Aung San Suu Kyi used to say, "You must use your voice to speak for those who don't have one." I have made the first step, I have spoken out for the weakest me, and the challenge becomes to continue in that vein, externally.
It's early in the morning, and I'm full of coffee and anxiety and self-doubt. Such silly and crazy-making things, egos.
I have all of this lingering paranoia about getting involved in this city; the whole housing project and ken stanley initiatives have left me with a bad taste in my mouth. Licking the bottom of the garbage can taste in my mouth. "He wanted to save the world, but realized early on that the world was highly disinclined to being saved."
Yes.
It's still up to us, though; this realization may sound like a good reason to give up, but having privilege in life means using those advantages to make opportunities for those who otherwise would have none. I wonder so often how life on this planet has evolved this way, it seems so against survival. I particulary think about Olympia when I say this. Millions of cars, people going places, shops, cafes, sad faces, living on top of each other and yet not being even on a last-name
basis, loneliness. Walking to the grocery store to get lettuce would feel like navigating some kind of urban maze, a treacherous maze, you have no car here and thus have not "made" it [car = success = validation] We are surrounded by each other and haven't got the skills to reach out and ask for a hug when we need one. Jesus it's depressing.
But, it can stop here, with me. It would take two seconds to make this country a true and real land of opportunity, where no one goes hungry, no one begins life at the bottom of a shit-pile with no boots to help ease the journey. Two seconds! Let's try, let's try, let's try. No more lonely, sad faces walking down the street. I am less than one degree away from being the most destitute of the homeless, and you are too.
It's early in the morning, and I'm full of coffee and anxiety and self-doubt. Such silly and crazy-making things, egos.
I have all of this lingering paranoia about getting involved in this city; the whole housing project and ken stanley initiatives have left me with a bad taste in my mouth. Licking the bottom of the garbage can taste in my mouth. "He wanted to save the world, but realized early on that the world was highly disinclined to being saved."
Yes.
It's still up to us, though; this realization may sound like a good reason to give up, but having privilege in life means using those advantages to make opportunities for those who otherwise would have none. I wonder so often how life on this planet has evolved this way, it seems so against survival. I particulary think about Olympia when I say this. Millions of cars, people going places, shops, cafes, sad faces, living on top of each other and yet not being even on a last-name
basis, loneliness. Walking to the grocery store to get lettuce would feel like navigating some kind of urban maze, a treacherous maze, you have no car here and thus have not "made" it [car = success = validation] We are surrounded by each other and haven't got the skills to reach out and ask for a hug when we need one. Jesus it's depressing.
But, it can stop here, with me. It would take two seconds to make this country a true and real land of opportunity, where no one goes hungry, no one begins life at the bottom of a shit-pile with no boots to help ease the journey. Two seconds! Let's try, let's try, let's try. No more lonely, sad faces walking down the street. I am less than one degree away from being the most destitute of the homeless, and you are too.
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