Every single person you encounter in your life, every man women and child that passes you by has a life, has their problems......has their own story.
The first time I thought of this was at my very first protest almost a year ago. In the middle of our treck through the downtown core towards city hall I began to think that everyone around me has lived through their ups and downs, their trials and tribulations, and despite all that had happened in their lives no longer mattered, because at that moment we were all together. We strangers carried our cold and undoubtably weary bodies in unison, sharing one message, sharing one goal. For some there were familiar faces in the crowd, and for others such as myself I was solitary and new to the scene. On that day we let our local government know that we stood there with intent. We stood together, we walked together, and we sang together to let it be known that we would not simply sit back and watch a war unfold before our very eyes. The war I speak of of coarse would be non other than America's unjustified, and racsist war on Iraq. It is my belief that as we stood together on that tiersome winter's day, that we all knew our efforts were in vain. However, obvious that may have been it simply didn't matter, because we stood together as a family; a family from all walks of life, deliverign a single message. On that day I participated in a protest to show that I would not just sit back voiceless and numb. No, on that day I made sure that my voice was heard. I let it ring through the streets in bitter song unison with my family of the hopeful.
I decided to write this today because I find that people all too often have nothing worth standing for. It seems as though most of those whom I pass on the street are simply moving through life without more reason than their alarm clock telling them to get the fuck out of bed and work work work. Work until you're too old to enjoy life. Work until you're deamed too old to benifit the economy and are left not even knowing how to spend your hours, because all you've known for the past 35-40 years is get up, shower, eat, work, come home, eat, jerk off, sleep, get up.... I don't want to live that life. I refuse to live that life. I want something more, and I can't help but believe that my realization of all of this sociological, and economical bullshit will allow me to live a fulfilling life fill of pleasure, and love.
Thank you to all of those who have taken the time to read my words.
Sincerely
Awakened
The first time I thought of this was at my very first protest almost a year ago. In the middle of our treck through the downtown core towards city hall I began to think that everyone around me has lived through their ups and downs, their trials and tribulations, and despite all that had happened in their lives no longer mattered, because at that moment we were all together. We strangers carried our cold and undoubtably weary bodies in unison, sharing one message, sharing one goal. For some there were familiar faces in the crowd, and for others such as myself I was solitary and new to the scene. On that day we let our local government know that we stood there with intent. We stood together, we walked together, and we sang together to let it be known that we would not simply sit back and watch a war unfold before our very eyes. The war I speak of of coarse would be non other than America's unjustified, and racsist war on Iraq. It is my belief that as we stood together on that tiersome winter's day, that we all knew our efforts were in vain. However, obvious that may have been it simply didn't matter, because we stood together as a family; a family from all walks of life, deliverign a single message. On that day I participated in a protest to show that I would not just sit back voiceless and numb. No, on that day I made sure that my voice was heard. I let it ring through the streets in bitter song unison with my family of the hopeful.
I decided to write this today because I find that people all too often have nothing worth standing for. It seems as though most of those whom I pass on the street are simply moving through life without more reason than their alarm clock telling them to get the fuck out of bed and work work work. Work until you're too old to enjoy life. Work until you're deamed too old to benifit the economy and are left not even knowing how to spend your hours, because all you've known for the past 35-40 years is get up, shower, eat, work, come home, eat, jerk off, sleep, get up.... I don't want to live that life. I refuse to live that life. I want something more, and I can't help but believe that my realization of all of this sociological, and economical bullshit will allow me to live a fulfilling life fill of pleasure, and love.
Thank you to all of those who have taken the time to read my words.
Sincerely
Awakened
snowmizer13:
We should thank you for the inspireing words.It is important to have a cause,a purpose.Other wise whats the point in living?