Wednesday, August 3, 2016
Thursday, March 24, 2016
Friday, March 4, 2016
Tuesday, January 12, 2016
It's hard to experience poverty, it's even harder to see my friends and family experience poverty. I see people who can't pay their back taxes AND their current taxes, they can pay one or the other. AND this is while working full time at the same job for over eight years, while living simply, and being single with no additional expenses.
There is something wrong with that picture. When the people employed to make a city livable can no longer afford to live in the city in which they work we, as a species, are in trouble. I see it over and over and over again. I see the difference between my own and another person's circumstance being largely based on the color of my skin, my age, and my education. I'm not intrinsically more valuable because I have read more books. I'm not worth more because I'm white. Being youngish isn't an asset. My body and mind are not currency.
Saturday, December 26, 2015
Friday, November 13, 2015
Saturday, November 7, 2015
It's funny how far I've traveled only to return to the place from which I started. Several times round but slightly more wisdom. Much less anger, or rather more acceptance to other modes of being. I'm ok with not getting 'what I want' since what I end up with is always better, without fail.
Acceptance that I've been born into a life of privilege, and gratitude that I've been gifted with the ability to help those who weren't given the same opportunity.
But I still get mad. Mostly at myself. I've spent so much money on pursuing joy and love, when I could have invested in others I chose to invest in myself, like a pig. I take so much. I get high. I drink. And I cry for myself because I hate myself so much. Another selfish reaction. There is so much to be sad for, my loneliness isn't worth the salt of my tears.