Being free is harder than it sounds.
What I lack is not the ability to be unique, noticed, and defiant, but rather, the energy to ensure I continue doing so. To keep rolling with the punches and speaking out against the things I wish to change.
June is perhaps the most tedious of months. Exams linger like the scent in the presence of a wet dog. Though it was fun at first, it has rather become annoying, another waiting game. But once this is all over, only the world is next. And I have slowly begun to realize just how malleable it is. Great leaders before me have used this to shape the world as they would like, and I will do the same, however, the shape in question is not my own. What I wish to see is everyone shaping their world around them into what they wish it were. "From each according to his abilities, to each according to his needs."
Mornings are much easier spent doing things enjoyed. Such as work and play. I want to fill a house with good friends. I want it to be awake 24/7. I want the rooms to be sound proofed, so each being can roam and be restless, and play instruments, and yell and shout at their own free will. I want the kitchen to be large, and full, and people to make their way in and out of the house like it were an airport. A place to reflect on where one has been, and where one is going next, and who with, and to celebrate.
I have been curious lately. What has drawn us to the flame for years? Why are things of nature so much more rich? I think we've lost our roots. We need to realign ourselves to the earth.
At least for the sake of raspberries.
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