Change is inevitable. The problem

is finding out life did not change the

way you thought it would or should

have. And instead of doing more,

 

we

 

complain and tsktsk and look away

as we proclaim the world is hellbent.

War, world hunger, human trafficking,

drugs, violence, so many people in

 

need

 

for so many different things. The

harvest is plenty, the workers few

as we fumble in our own situations,

can’t look past our shadows and look

 

to

 

the world beyond the neighborhood,

not even seeing all within the city

walls under the same starry sky.

We seem to lack the ability to

 

find

 

and grasp the concepts of others.

And yet, the voiceless cry out for a

voice, cry out for a change beyond

their ability but not ours. If

 

the

 

world worked together to make

itself a better place, a happier place,

a brighter place, what would it look

like? If a strong seed could take
 

root

 

and grow in our hearts, what could

change? Or a better question is,

what could not change? What and

where are the limitations

 

of

 

us when passion takes ahold? If

we could look beyond ourselves,

do you think everything could change?

Do you think we could even end

 

injustice?