Saturday, February 18, 2012
There is so much vile, putrid corporations and schemes going on coupled with the ghastly cretins in Syria and other parts of the ME that it's becoming increasingly harder for me to maintain an audacity of hope. (Obamalama satire purposely injected)
After about three deep sighs and a bucket of tears I need to find my way back to happy. I can't do much to help solve those big problems so I look around and see what I can do locally.
Something as simple as adopting a rescue kitty tonight that was sitting on death row will propel me forth in a small victory as I continue to step out in faith.
For a moment I will feel a wee bit better but as sure as tomorrow comes I will read the reeling problems of the world and again I will feel meaningless.
Drained and crumpled up in a pile, I will measure my worth against the freedom fighters that (for the past year specifically) put their blood on the line for clean water, the right to vote, for education, for dignity.
For the privilege to bury their children without being cut down in the street as they attempt to retrieve the bodies.