Deep Thoughts On Dandelions
There is so much evil, selfishness, and cruelty in the world. I realize that my primary motive in life has to do with fighting against these things, not in any altruistic or even humanitarian way, but simply through compassion. Compassion drives writing, desires to be born of writing. Compassion is the source from which love manifests. And I just want to love, love, love. I think I've built myself a cozy little nest of love in adulthood, all the right kinds, but still I chase after other flowery illusions, only to find pockets of hatred and ill will in them. I'm all too eager to let my guard down and wander into sunny glades. But then I might stumble into a patch of poisonous plants - it's happened more than once, and some varieties are more sinister than others. No more of this. I've learned caution. I need to stay healthy, I need to keep strong, in order to do the good that I want to do.