| I can't evade any longer. I'm down and out for the count.
I hate American elitism and productivity. |
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| In conversation with Kareem on the bus ride home today, I narrowed myself down. I caught a glimpse of the how's and the why's of my existence.
We began talking about the discussion in Mrs. Greene's class about The Grapes of Wrath and Stienbeck's Nobel Peace Prize acceptance speech. Stienbeck spoke of human perfection, and fulfilling the roles of God to such an avail that humanity relinquishes their dependency on God. I wanted to vomit all I had ever eaten and desecrate this man's grave. Just hearing it made me feel dirty, soiled. I felt so common and gnasty and angrier than I ever have before in my life leading here, today.
So I was sorting through this with Kareem, and he pried it out of me. bottom line.
Progression is fictitious unless it deepens humanity's love for eachother, creation, or God.
useless, trivial, obscene,
fictitious
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| I'm mildly excited for the marching band banquet. |
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| I went through one of those "can't see past my own lows" phases.
And I remember, redemption is still very much alive. |
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