"seeing more than black and white"

demagogue:
-anarchy
-unnecessary anger
-inciting unrest
-frustration
-easy

dialogue:
-neverending
-productive
-compromising
-critical (and self critical)
-difficult

trends

candles
surprises
the ocean
octopi
flowers that smell good (gardenias)
shades of blue and green
refurbished furniture
reading nooks
mason jars
country music
guitar
eyes that smile
lyrics that mean something
window sills
mountains
pumpkin
cinnamon
coffee
cowboy boots
chai
grass

define:

-WHAT IS CLASS SUICIDE?

-HOW DO YOU CHANGE CULTURE?

-CAN WE REMOVE THE LINK BETWEEN POVERTY AND OTHER RISK FACTORS?

-HOW DO YOU/CAN YOU CREATE PUBLIC POLICY THAT ELIMINATES OPPRESSION?

-WHERE DOES THE MONEY COME FROM?

-WHERE DOES THE MONEY GO?

-WHO IS WILLING TO GIVE UP COMFORT AND SAFETY FOR EQUALITY?

-WHERE DO YOU EVEN START?

-WHOSE PROBLEM IS OF MOST IMPORTANCE?

brain drain 9/4

"All men who have achieved great things have been great dreamers"

note(s) to self:
return raincoat
build bookshelf
spend as much time outdoors as possible
appreciate the good sides of everyone
eliminate negative rambling
examine the New Thought Movement

goggles

I guess I'm just spewing "me" into a satellite somewhere far out there. Its a funny feeling, really...being so small but every shift in my emotion feels huge. It's like my kids, whose world is no bigger than routine meltdowns at 3PM for little to no apparent reason. I wonder if I'll ever be bigger than what's right in front of my nose, or if its the "human condition" to only see our immediate surroundings.

brain drain 7/7

Somehow I've lost my bearings, my self assuredness. I feel strange and unsure, and its been growing for years. I wonder if I grew up too early, if I think too much and my naiveté ran away. I used to write and write and dream and now I wake up, go through my day, and fall asleep.

Then again, isn't "just living" better? Maybe I'm just worrying about it too much, and maybe my worry obscures what's right, what I feel and know deep down.

I wonder if I'll ever be able to accept life as simple. I wonder if I'll stop writing the same thing over and over, and I wonder if I'll be fun and free and easy again.

8:15