Me, back in the boho days of the 70's |
In the same way our parents' prosperity was bought & paid for with the unfathomable-by-today's -standards toil & even blood of their parents, the luxury of outrage I enjoy today is the direct result of the practical application of my parents' talents to the non-glamorous workaday world they inherited. When their parents strove to reach the benchmark of providing a better way of life for their kids, I don't think they wanted them to stray too far from the norm, to be dissatisfied with the status quo, or to constantly question authority.
By the time my parents had me, I think that may have been exactly what they pictured for my future. They did what was expected so I could afford not to.
So every time the comfortable blanket of ennui engulfs me & I think this is comfortable--this is enough, I'm going to try to confound my own expectations. To get up & change what I see that is wrong, to question what I'm fed, & to try to leave this place better than when I found it, in as many little & big ways as I can.
It isn't enough, but it is something.
Wishing you luck and safety during the hurricane. Thinking of you.
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