Love your neighbor
If I could tell the youth of our great country to do any thing, it would be to read.
If I were to ever take myself off my own self-assigned, high-ranking pedestal of elitism, it would be to get on my knees, to beg the youth to enrich themselves with comprehensive knowledge of all things; to plea, for their sake and society's, to take interest and action in their own intellectual betterment and dismiss the appeal of material possessions. To then freely pass that knowledge on for the progression of mankind. For what a waste is a life full of hoarded treasures, when the impoverished are starving for life's fundamental necessities.
I leave you with the beloved Kafka:
"We are as forlorn as children lost in the wood. When you stand in front of me and look at me, what do you know of the grief's that are in me and what do I know of yours. And if I were to cast myself down before you and tell you, what more would you know about me than you know about Hell when someone tells you it is hot and dreadful? For that reason alone we human beings ought to stand before one another as reverently, as reflectively, as lovingly, as we would before the entrance to Hell."
-Franz Kafka
If I were to ever take myself off my own self-assigned, high-ranking pedestal of elitism, it would be to get on my knees, to beg the youth to enrich themselves with comprehensive knowledge of all things; to plea, for their sake and society's, to take interest and action in their own intellectual betterment and dismiss the appeal of material possessions. To then freely pass that knowledge on for the progression of mankind. For what a waste is a life full of hoarded treasures, when the impoverished are starving for life's fundamental necessities.
I leave you with the beloved Kafka:
"We are as forlorn as children lost in the wood. When you stand in front of me and look at me, what do you know of the grief's that are in me and what do I know of yours. And if I were to cast myself down before you and tell you, what more would you know about me than you know about Hell when someone tells you it is hot and dreadful? For that reason alone we human beings ought to stand before one another as reverently, as reflectively, as lovingly, as we would before the entrance to Hell."
-Franz Kafka