Ignorant Penguin

I do not nor have I ever claimed to know the answers.  I ask more than I solve and seek more than I sow.  I want to fix...Everything.  I want people to see the reality we exist in and change it.  I want to pop every bubble we surround ourselves with and have each other to fall on.  We can get angry.  I know we can.  We do but sometimes I feel like it's misdirected.  It's like we take a subject and go nuts on it for a time and then the energy dissipates and our supper gets cold and we relinquish just enough hold on our power for everything to fall apart.  Think about where we'd be as a species if the harangued, hassled, horrified masses of the Civil Rights movement just got fatigued one day and went home.  Or if the Egyptians needed naps and took the night off to see if democracy would just work itself out.  I feel lost in a sea of shit that needs to be remedied.  It's almost as if I could see the whole complicated picture if that one piece of the puzzle forgotten in the heating duct would surface and complete itself.

I want to run away.  I want to flee to a place where I can be with those who feel the intensity of what we need to do and take action.  Unite our abilities, our passion and fix this torment.  I know it begins at home.  I know it starts with me.  How?  It doesn't seem enough.  It's never going to be enough.  Knowing those in my life work for the very people ruining our planet and our health and our very well being as a civilization makes me want to tear my hair out and scream in their faces that this is not the way.

"THIS WILL NEVER BE THE WAY!"

It's not that I need everyone to be the same as I.  To feel the same as me and commit themselves to a life of worry and disconnect and solitude.  As fun as that sounds and can totally be at times...it's not everyone's cup of tea.  I get that.  Can't you try?  A little?  To listen to your heart and utilize your brain to make this trip around the sun as peaceful as possible?  We have less time than you think.  Do the right thing people.  Everyday.  Make the choice everyday to be broke but eat well;  To walk not drive;  To be kind not cruel;  To control your emotions and broadcast compassion on every frequency you fucking possess.  I'm tired of hiding in plain sight and maintaining composure at all costs.  Time to step out.  Time to be free.  It's beyond the point of unreality.  Let's be real together shall we?