mistaking paradise
notes from the home across the road


Saturday, March 27, 2004
keep hope alive.
sometimes it is so hard to stay positive. sometimes i feel worn down by the machinery of hate and the shrill, mean-spirited, partisan accusations that pass for "dialog" in our culture. there are so many people that just want hope and options to succeed. i'm not talking about the predators or the greedy or the deeply cynical. i'm talking about the honest and hard working, about the lonely who try their best and get too few complements for their effort from the cold culture of mistrust and exploitation. i remember in high school the loud, controlling crowd of self-appointed leaders who found it so easy to ridicule and demean anyone who was not in their "in" crowd. i thought i would be able to get past this as an adult, but now i find the juvenile microcosm at school was an accurate reflection of rampant social chaos among adults. looking at the so-called leaders in our culture, whether right or left, conservative or liberal, old or young, i see too little compassion. i feel it in my bones. what a lonely planet. [wr]


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