So quickly
It is January 2007. A year ago, I was preparing to leave for Belgium. And now, I have returned from Tanzania. Where has an entire year of my life gone? How am I twenty two years old?
This seems to be happening a lot lately, bursts of nostalgia and grief for having aged even a day more.
There's so much to be done in this world and I want to get on with whatever my part will be in that collective forward moving action. Things are a bit stagnant right now, though exciting on a very personal, coming-home sort of level.
It's time to get moving on what really matters. It's time to learn some serious tactics toward improving the lives of as many others as possible. It's time to stay healthy so I can expect a longer lifespan, throughout which I can provide helpful services to people in need.
Aren't you all starting to feel this pressure on our generation?
It's our parents' fault, and our grandparents' fault, and our great grandparents' fault, as Americans, as forerunners of Industry, for leading our world into this pit of turmoil and descent. Don't you feel guilty? We need to clean up fuels and emissions, we need to fix the extreme gap between the social classes, we need to vote for people who will support positive change for our country and for the world, we need to involve ourselves in professions that do not indulge our material needs so much as they indulge the periphery of our minds and we need to use that new knowledge to teach others on a human level.
We have so many responsibilities to own up to, and I really feel that pressure now. Before, it was a lovely and vague notion floating somewhere in my conscious mind but I couldn't make any sense of it - I couldn't figure out the first step toward making a difference; now, I'm still not sure I'm taking the proper first steps, but I feel this pressing need to do *something*. Don't you?
This seems to be happening a lot lately, bursts of nostalgia and grief for having aged even a day more.
There's so much to be done in this world and I want to get on with whatever my part will be in that collective forward moving action. Things are a bit stagnant right now, though exciting on a very personal, coming-home sort of level.
It's time to get moving on what really matters. It's time to learn some serious tactics toward improving the lives of as many others as possible. It's time to stay healthy so I can expect a longer lifespan, throughout which I can provide helpful services to people in need.
Aren't you all starting to feel this pressure on our generation?
It's our parents' fault, and our grandparents' fault, and our great grandparents' fault, as Americans, as forerunners of Industry, for leading our world into this pit of turmoil and descent. Don't you feel guilty? We need to clean up fuels and emissions, we need to fix the extreme gap between the social classes, we need to vote for people who will support positive change for our country and for the world, we need to involve ourselves in professions that do not indulge our material needs so much as they indulge the periphery of our minds and we need to use that new knowledge to teach others on a human level.
We have so many responsibilities to own up to, and I really feel that pressure now. Before, it was a lovely and vague notion floating somewhere in my conscious mind but I couldn't make any sense of it - I couldn't figure out the first step toward making a difference; now, I'm still not sure I'm taking the proper first steps, but I feel this pressing need to do *something*. Don't you?