...and I'm stoned.
Run down:
Family and friends worry too much. They are drowning in debt. and/or. Can't see a bigger picture than today. I hear fear for whatever bill is due and not being able to afford it. I hear people dreading and crying about their entire academic career because of one test in one class that has nothing to do with their major. I hear just constant fretting, and horrible outlooks on life. I hear sorrow, regret, and even bitterness.
My dream:
I want them to see there is another way to live. I want them to see happiness is within their grasps. That somehow, some way, everything turns out just fine. That worrying is a pointless exercise when it would be way more productive to think critically about things instead of running with emotions. That there is always another dollar to make and another joint to roll. (if only they would partake in marijuana...) That the bitterness and sorrow only hurt them.
The brokenness of everything was very prevalent in my mind today. People are broken. The system is broken. My eyes connected with a girl's in my class; there was such a deep sadness in her eyes. Deep, life-long sadness. It chilled me to the bone; it was my sadness too. I wonder if I really sensed sadness in her or if it was my ego-reflection in her eyes. It was such a surprise shock of emotion I don't think it was the latter.
We are...
We are like that sentence.
We are not finished.