if he didn't drive me crazy once in a while i would continue to fall in love, and that kind of love ain't easy. that kind of love is the type one would die for..
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cynicism. what a terrible fate. the more i learn the less i know, and yet the world feels small and predictable. i've been looking at everything through the same lens, one of socioeconomic disparity, class struggle, politics and war. and it's no wonder i'm dissapointed. and what i feared would happen happened.
i feared that getting my feet wet with politics again would not only revive that mostly noble ambition to serve others and the strong desire to save the world from itself (the arrogant stripes of idealism), but it also reminded my heart of all the injustice, the disparity, the pain... i want to hide from it all, 'drop out', believe there isn't anything i can do... it's easier that way.
(... as i was writing this post, my nephew walked into my room with a bouquet of flowers. true story.)
love trumps fear.
i hope.
