Quarter Century
Like many fellow humans, I am not sure what to make of the recent attacks around the world. I know that I feel infinite gratitude for life, but I understand, too, that all our of lives are threatened. There is fear everywhere - whether is be by the American police or the growing group of the Islamic State. Or the fear that the media is perpetrating.
I sit in Oakland and think about all the anger, unrest, uncertainty.
How can we live in a state of such...
in my backyard and across the sea.
I find solace in the sunshine, my gentle community, and the opportunities I've had to succeed.
People are being displaced.
People have ALWAYS been displaced. Where is the (human) in humanity?
Then again, I'm displacing. Young, white, educated female.
Always trying to grasp my place in this colorful world, this maze of a place.
At a quarter century, I'm grateful for life. I'm grateful that my parents, although unsure about the love that was built between them. They decided to bring me into this world. and I feel in my gut, deep within me, to strive to make it somehow better.
How can a group feel like they are fighting for freedom, for a cause, if they are KILLING and fueling atrocities? How can the human brain sit with such delusion? There needs to be a shift in consciousness, with love first.
Today marks a quarter century. I am full of tears of joy and sadness, and I want there to be more smiles. For every single Syrian displaced. Across this incredible Golden Gate with California sun, my deepest thoughts are in the Middle East today.
I sit in Oakland and think about all the anger, unrest, uncertainty.
How can we live in a state of such...
in my backyard and across the sea.
I find solace in the sunshine, my gentle community, and the opportunities I've had to succeed.
People are being displaced.
People have ALWAYS been displaced. Where is the (human) in humanity?
Then again, I'm displacing. Young, white, educated female.
Always trying to grasp my place in this colorful world, this maze of a place.
At a quarter century, I'm grateful for life. I'm grateful that my parents, although unsure about the love that was built between them. They decided to bring me into this world. and I feel in my gut, deep within me, to strive to make it somehow better.
How can a group feel like they are fighting for freedom, for a cause, if they are KILLING and fueling atrocities? How can the human brain sit with such delusion? There needs to be a shift in consciousness, with love first.
Today marks a quarter century. I am full of tears of joy and sadness, and I want there to be more smiles. For every single Syrian displaced. Across this incredible Golden Gate with California sun, my deepest thoughts are in the Middle East today.
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