Trudging, trudging through thoughts, memories, ideals. Trudging through the distingtion of right and wrong, through daily activities, through sleep and eating. We are all trudging through the murk of our lives, reluctantly blaming gravity for the weight that bears down upon us. Inevitably causing knees to buckle because "we are flawed" even physically. Not knowing that our footprings for a path, a path generations will follow, slowly and reluctantly headed where we headed once before them - though even we dont know where the path ends. We are trudging, trudging until one willing soul gets their feet wet to form a new path. A path that will rescue us from forever trudging through our culture.
I dont know about you, but I am sick of following the same path. I could never bear a life where I am a part of building a pyramid I despise. I am willing to get my feet wet, to get creative even when society frows upon my creativity.
"The trouble with him was that he was without imagination" - good news! I have an imagination and thank goodness I do because I can imagine so much more beyond civilization. I just have to wonder though, is it enough for just one person to get their feet wet and try something new? How will we, if we do decide to change the world, how will we spread it to others so that they may make the same choice? hmm.. time to get creative ;)
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