Purple Mountain's Majesty...
I've been watching a lot of interviews and speeches by Barrack Obama lately and the man is hypnotic. I listen to him talk and for a moment I actually believe in the America I was taught about as a child. You know, the Land of the Free, the Home of the Brave. That place were people have the right to Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness. Yeah that America, the one that become less and less real as I've become more of an adult.
This sounds hokey, and may shatter the gruff persona I project to many of you, but I listen to this man talk and I want to cry. Part of me desperately wants to buy into this hope thing he's peddling. The other part of me, the cynic in the me that's had to come to the fore over the past eight years, can't help but beat the hopeful me down. This is hurts my consciousness and thusly encourages me to cry. Who knows, maybe something bizare will happen and I'll actually have faith in that America again.
This sounds hokey, and may shatter the gruff persona I project to many of you, but I listen to this man talk and I want to cry. Part of me desperately wants to buy into this hope thing he's peddling. The other part of me, the cynic in the me that's had to come to the fore over the past eight years, can't help but beat the hopeful me down. This is hurts my consciousness and thusly encourages me to cry. Who knows, maybe something bizare will happen and I'll actually have faith in that America again.