Shifting Within Columns

Created: 03/05/2008 12:21am

Looking out my window onto the streets below, the shimmering lights are harnessed by this harsh machine. Pressing through the deadlock of nature with the same intensity. The trucks go by. The coldness creeps in. How long can we push back against this inevitable force, this inevitable end that we are born into.

Softly it taps on the window. Even more softly, I peer out. And my mind is tired of the constant struggle. The constant force of ideas that we hope will change things for us. The hope that our outcome will somehow be different.

But it is never different. It has never been different. It's the same merry-go-round; sometimes merry, sometimes full of sorrow. And the speed at which we are approaching scares me. For tonight, I am not the daring optimist. I am not the courage filled warrior ready to jump out into the abyss. My thoughts are with the downtrodden and with those who are filled with sadness.

My sadness is for humanity.

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