"Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has."
Order of Supposed Existence/Importance:
(I think it deserves to be said that 98% of my posts are links. Always to music. Usually what I'm listening to while writing, and/or what should be listened to while reading. Click away.)
It’s a way of looking at the world. It’s a sense of humor, a similar taste in music, a shared color. It’s a look in the eyes, a whisper in the ears, words on a page, shades on a drawing. It’s the tone of skin, a brightness in the voice, a bouncing in the body. It’s a sound, an imagined taste, a longing, a sense of loneliness, a fear of being, or an outstretched arm. It’s happiness, it’s sadness, it’s wavelength and it’s hopes collided with dreams spliced with reality. It’s a remembered smell, an uplifting feeling, a heart palpitation, an utterly lost intake of breath.
These are reasons. But I can’t find mine. Why am I trying? Because I’m supposed to? Because I have to? Peer pressure? Contest, Competition?