New job, new life, New York

the new magic begins March 31.

revision

I wrote this a bit ago, and just found it again. its funny how sometime we can be so inspired, angry, sad, determined.

here it is...

ramblings

I’ve never trusted anyone to do anything for me. Why would I trust someone to:
get me facts
teach me history
ensure my freedoms
fight and die for me

These are people from my generation. They are my classmates. They are the lower income (mostly) and get involved for the money...they put a price on their own lives...they let someone define their worth with dollar signs.

My leaders make me angry. They make me cry. They make a mockery out of leadership, freedom & democracy.

There are scandals and new strategies and old demons coming alive in new skin. Can the strength of my generation - if there is any - stand up to all of these challenges? Can we ride out and meet them? What about the gamers? The people that want their six figure salaries 2 years out of college? The people that don’t want to lift a finger? The people that don’t want to learn because it makes things complicated? The people that create their own reality, and ignore the rest? The people who turn a blind eye to the exterior, but complain that they don’t have enough? The people who have distractions, and see that as a life.

This is our world. We have created it. We are responsible not only for the sins of our fathers, but for their fathers and their fathers before them sins. We can’t deny it. We can try to buy away the aching and fear in our souls. We can try to watch tv until we are numb. We can look away from everything that stirs an inch of humanity in our souls.

Or we can try to figure it out. Inch by inch. Person by person. What are you willing to give up so that an idea can succeed? So that an idea can live, survive, and possibly make an impact?

We need people who are willing to learn. It is not a privilage to learn, it is a necessity - to survive in the coming years.