December 10, 2010
Every time I awaken to start a new day
I can’t believe all the miles I’ve traveled
the bridges burned, messages lost in the ether-
misbegotten intentions and forced grins to mask the pain.
Laughing when I want to scream
and screaming to hide the pain that I’ve wrought in my life.
No matter where I’ve been,
I’m constantly struggling with doing the right thing
and that’s when the problems typically begin.
I’ve never been particularly good at self-censorship…while I do self-censor on occasion, I have little tolerance for BS cheap talk. Ask me a question, and it’ll probably be answered, and if you don’t like the answer, the onus of that lies with you and has little to do with me. Does that make an asshole? Maybe. But really, at the end of the day when all is said and done i’m deeply in love with the best facets that humanity has to offer and I refuse to allow that to change, and I can’t decide whether or not I’m at odds with myself, or if what I’m really at odds with is the way that society-at-large conducts itself.
December 2, 2010
Roughly a year ago, I relocated from Lansing, MI to the Washington DC metro area, and quickly fell in love with certain aspects of the area, and I have a handful of dislikes too…not everything will always be picture perfect and deliver exactly what you want out of life.
There is a lot to do in this area; and I’m a bit surprised whenever I meet natives of this area have willingly (and sometimes gleefully) admit to having never set foot into any of the free museums, which, I don’t understand. There are so many beautiful works of art to view, sculptures in public squares, etc etc.
Without a doubt, thus far, my favorite memorial is the FDR memorial, it’s expansive, and impressive without seeming foreboding/intimidating (IE: Lincoln memorial). My first time visiting the FDR memorial was on a hot, humid summer day, and I noticed that all the waterfalls considerably lowered the environmental temp. Several families were traipsing about checking things out, reading various FDR quotations inscribed into austere granite walls, one of which I found to be particularly striking: “In these days of difficulty, we Americans everywhere must and shall choose the path of social justice, the path of faith, the path of hope and the path of love toward our fellow men.”