the world
honestly, i can't stand the world.
today i watched Blood Diamond and cried at all the parts of father-son and at the end at the podium.
What this movie taught me:
1. Everyone even the nastiest of 'revolutionists' 'leaders' and 'fuckheads'
have fear in them..as slight, as momentary, as pitiful as it may be,
it is there. I think I watched every character in this movie go through some second of fear..because...
2. Life is scary.
3. Africa is a battlefield.
4. So are most continents in this world.
5. What can we do?
6. I guess you have to be okay with doing very little. not because you don't want to do a lot but because you simply do not have the resources, energy and time.
you just have to accept it...and move on. Live for yourself a little because you can.
I like that i'm not deathly wealthy (what an interesting two words together) but I also like that I am no where near poor. I am truly blessed to be able to have an opinion..to be able to say shit about rich (white) people and all their bullshit but then to also be a victim of ignorance myself.. and maybe rich people know a little more about the world than i do? Who is to say. There are good people and there are bad people..Generalizations are risky. Okay back to what I was saying...I like that I am patient enough to learn, to travel and to yearn (this is not a poem) but also, sometimes I whine about shit like 'growing up' and boys who can't commit and psycho ex-girlfriends (ha ha ha)..so really, I am in the middle. I am not comfortable enough with life to bathe in the sun all day wine and dine and then raise my children to be the same, but I am not on the verge of death...essentially the people in the middle which is a huge chunk of us have the power to drive. because we have motivation and passion....fine, exceptions, always. Sometimes I think...Why don't I just live my life for myself and those in my sphere of love?
No, I have no idea. I'm so over this..can you tell? I allowed myself to completely cut off my train of thought..that's how over this I am.
Hope is beautiful, right? To the hopeful... but to the rest? to those who see it and know that it is futile? it kills.
today i watched Blood Diamond and cried at all the parts of father-son and at the end at the podium.
What this movie taught me:
1. Everyone even the nastiest of 'revolutionists' 'leaders' and 'fuckheads'
have fear in them..as slight, as momentary, as pitiful as it may be,
it is there. I think I watched every character in this movie go through some second of fear..because...
2. Life is scary.
3. Africa is a battlefield.
4. So are most continents in this world.
5. What can we do?
6. I guess you have to be okay with doing very little. not because you don't want to do a lot but because you simply do not have the resources, energy and time.
you just have to accept it...and move on. Live for yourself a little because you can.
I like that i'm not deathly wealthy (what an interesting two words together) but I also like that I am no where near poor. I am truly blessed to be able to have an opinion..to be able to say shit about rich (white) people and all their bullshit but then to also be a victim of ignorance myself.. and maybe rich people know a little more about the world than i do? Who is to say. There are good people and there are bad people..Generalizations are risky. Okay back to what I was saying...I like that I am patient enough to learn, to travel and to yearn (this is not a poem) but also, sometimes I whine about shit like 'growing up' and boys who can't commit and psycho ex-girlfriends (ha ha ha)..so really, I am in the middle. I am not comfortable enough with life to bathe in the sun all day wine and dine and then raise my children to be the same, but I am not on the verge of death...essentially the people in the middle which is a huge chunk of us have the power to drive. because we have motivation and passion....fine, exceptions, always. Sometimes I think...Why don't I just live my life for myself and those in my sphere of love?
No, I have no idea. I'm so over this..can you tell? I allowed myself to completely cut off my train of thought..that's how over this I am.
Hope is beautiful, right? To the hopeful... but to the rest? to those who see it and know that it is futile? it kills.
posted by Justine Lee at 2:05 AM
1 Comments:
"psycho ex-girlfriends (ha ha ha)"
...wonder who that is?! hahah.
I love your entries. They're thought-provoking and...well, they make me think a lot, and I love when writings do that.
You're destined to be a writer, you scholarly mistress.
Yours,
Kev Cos
(Oh yes, I'm still your bodyguard.)
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