If I Just Breathe
Nothing like having a subject line that is a Michelle Branch song.
Sometimes I don't know what to say. I am just blank. The funny thing is, this is when I want to post the most. Damn my brain and its contradictions.
I fortogt how much I loved the movie Ali.
"Hands can't hit what the eyes can't see, float like a buttefly sting like a bee. Rumble young man Rumble."
The movie makes me realize something depressing. In the 1960's we opressed members of the Islamic faith because we didn't trust them. My how far we have come. I mean how can you not love Ali. A Muslim boxer with a white Italian trainer and an African-American Jewish friend. I feel like we need another Ali right now. Maybe an Islamic sports icon would help quell some of the feelings. Maybe that is to much to hope for.
I know this has been a really odd, rambling entry.
Damn medication.
QUOTE OF THE ENTRY
"A man who views the world the same at fifty as he did at twenty has wasted thirty years of his life" -- Muhammad Ali
"Service to others is the rent you pay for your room here on earth" -- Muhammad Ali
"Wars of nations are fought to change maps. But wars of poverty are fought to map change" -- Muhammad Ali