Jan
11
i have a friend that thinks that i look at the world, at people, without hope. that i see it through dirty glasses that mar and smudge the truth. i disagree. i tend to see the world capeable of infinite beauty that is sometimes marred by the evil residue of distress.
watching “once were warriors” got to me today. staring at a blinking screen and finding mysef engrossed in the lives of this family. watching it unfold and wanting to affect some other kind of change, some other reality than the one that unfolds.
it was thought provoking. it was dream inspiring. it was tear calling. it was a look at myself and the world around me. it was an invitation to look at lives outside my own.