As I look upon the world from my small window in a small house in a small town in North Carolina, it is hard to see the world as beautiful. I have seen much in a short time. It is hard to imagine a world devoid of hatred and anger. It is hard to be peaceful in a world of violence and corruption. It is hard to maintain altruism in a world of selfishness and egoistic hedonism.
So we smile, sigh, shuck and jive. My perspevctive is gray but the options are black and white. Do what you must and survive, or try to maintain and fall by the wayside. The wayside is looking near but it is funny how limited people's perspectives are. Struggle is in my opinion an essential part of the human experience. It will keep you in touch with you brethren. But like anything in excess it will chip at the foundation. Too much struggle will break apart the will, leaving an exposed mass of nerves, liable to shatter at a touch. Too little struggle will leave one haughty, dysfunctional and unable to empathize. And sometimes we could all use a little empathy.
I guess I have come to understand myself as a socialist. Maybe thats the stress of being a struggling black college student, or maybe, just maybe in my nineteen years of sentience I can see the logic in a system that would leave none want wanting for too much. Perhaps we are all just fools who need more time to get it right. Of course. We are all fools who need more time, but we don't have that. We have today and now. So I guess we must say shakran'Allah and inshallah tomorrow will be better. I look to my brother, who can't help me; he is too busy trying to help himself. I look to my sister, she is too removed from my plight. At the rate we are going we are all some kind of screwed. Welcome to Existence, ain't it great?
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