Olympics 2016

Let’s come together;

celebrate humanity,

living in Rio Continue reading “Olympics 2016”

Advertisements

The Power of a Symbol…Or, Will Intolerance Ever End?

I’m not the type of person you’ll find at a protest. You’ll be hard pressed to find me at a rally of any sort. I went to the 2014 Pride Parade in Washington D.C. last summer because my roommates went…but I never would have thought to go on my own.

It’s not that I don’t care about Black Lives or LGBTQ issues or the environment, what have you.

It’s not that I don’t believe we should strive for a better planet, a better human race.

It’s not any of that.

I’m considering a career in genocide education for heavens sakes. I care a lot.

I’m just very reserved. I don’t like to draw attention to myself in public places like a protest or a rally. I abhor arguing unless it’s with someone I’m very close to and trust. I’m pretty non-confrontational and generally speaking, would much rather express my urgency for a better world, a better human race through writing or a small group or one on one conversation. Humanity frustrates me a lot. For all the beauty and grace and good there is out there, there is also a lot to be concerned about. Humanity scares me. Humanity makes me wonder how much we as a collective really value this life at all.

But I would feel no satisfaction in marching in a protest, holding a sign up at a rally. In fact, I’d feel unnecessarily in the spot light. And I’d want to go and hide.

So, when I saw the first Confederate flag waving proudly(?) in the front lawn of a private family home in a small Midwestern town, I said nothing. I later texted a friend my disgust, but in the moment, I said nothing.

When I saw the second Confederate flag waving across town on the lawn of a different private family home, I again said nothing. I texted two friends this time as my distress over the two Continue reading “The Power of a Symbol…Or, Will Intolerance Ever End?”

Word Porn Courtesy of Carson McCullers + Some Commentary on my Own Anxieties

“The whole world was this symphony, and there was not enough of her to listen”

Every once in a while, I’ll be reading a book only to come across a quote that I find to be unbelievably beautiful. The quote speaks to me; I deeply identify with it in some way.

I am currently reading The Heart is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers. I Continue reading “Word Porn Courtesy of Carson McCullers + Some Commentary on my Own Anxieties”

Changes

So eloquently said.

I’ve been thinking about change a lot lately and I probably couldn’t have said it better if I tried.

MY OWN PRIVATE IDAHO

Change is the law of life. The only way to make sense out of it is embrace, move and dance with it. And since we cannot change reality, let’s change the way of looking at it. A wise man said: “Just when I think I have learned the way to live, life changes.”

I say:

Based on my personal point of view, people evolve. (And with that come changes) we grow/develop/advance with each passing year whether we like it or not and most of the times we are not aware of those changes since it happen very gradually. With age comes maturity. Our wants and needs evolve with us. Our preferences and priorities changes as well to better suit our current situation and frame of mind. With that we create a more convenient environment to accommodate our present way of life. Feelings do alter as well. Time does heal every…

View original post 89 more words