These days the world seems to be failing upon itself. There is little left financially, politically, or emotionally to keep us hoping that something better is around the corner. And, I wonder if it is merely my optimistic streak, or I’m aware of something that CNN isn’t, but I’m still hopeful. I find myself changing, learning and growing, and though the motions are small, there is indeed a movement forwards.
I’m alluding to something in the way that I lay here; I am completely still and yet I’m rattling inside. I look at all the corners of the room and I think about the way my things lean against them.
These days, we’re all conquered by the turmoil of things; by the sway of the vote and the deconstruction of the earth. I’ve come to realize that I am a disposable piece of a generation that understands little of the impact it will have in the years to come. All of us are finding ourselves at a place in time delicately balanced between chaos and complete destruction.
Yet, amongst it all, I somehow believe that we are discovering something amazing. We are rising to new heights in music and art, and we are discovering something about ourselves in our youths. We are dancing and moving like never before, and though the economy may like to slow us down, we are determined to move faster. We are determined to do more with less and I have the highest hopes that we will accomplish this goal.
So, what do we do with all this nonsense?
What do I do about the mirrors that lean against the walls and the slow rattle that they make when trucks pass on the street?
I take what this nonsense has to say and I learn something from it. I realize that there will always be movement; the slow creep from one state to another that will keep us begging the question, what do I do with these rattles and where do I go with them? And, what comes next?





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