Honesty feels good.
Lately a small part of me secretly hopes that shit continues to hit the fan.
Bearing witness to the suffering hurts my heart.
I cannot imagine what it would be like to live in Occupied Palestine.
I cannot fathom the emotions felt by the families of Mike Brown, Eric Garner, Tamir Rice, and far too many others.
To my knowledge I have never been threatened for my written words, let alone murdered by an AK-47.
My belly has never known true hunger.
I have to assume that were my circumstances different, I would not feel (at least a little bit) that as tragic as all of these events and phenomena are, they might be necessary to wake up all of the earthlings that should know better and could do something about it.
Love your neighbor. Be conscious of the effects of your actions. Why is that so fucking hard?