I have always been the New York Times newspaper dude. Triple espressos and the paper every morning. Then the subscription became so stupidly expensive ($200 a month), I reluctantly quit it. Still needing to read, something much more than LOLs and OMGs, I started reading literature again with a fervor. I am not looking back. I feel so much hope for the world. I know many would say I now have a blind eye to the current conflagrations and destruction, but hope is not what it is now, but what it could be. We cannot have hope while at the same time draw lines in the sand. Foolish maybe, but I am on the side of us, the us we want and wish to be. While hope does not solve our problems and our separation, it is the very spark of those beginnings. Without hope, there is not the little push of momentum to come together. Truth can be twisted too easily to the perception we see fit. To rely on it solely will only exacerbate the divide. The hope to be respected, acknowledged, to even be loved, is where the real beginning is, it is what we all want to have.
Posted on: Wed, 30 Jul 2014 23:56:17 +0000
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