It’s as if the world is dribbling out between your fingers – and you can’t hold on to your dreams of building – of achieving. Maybe you’re not using the right measure of success – and maybe that’s not an accident.
In the 1960s: people were taking action to achieve a society of human worth – until the scaffolding began to be kicked apart underneath us; and we grabbed ahold of anything to survive.
Maybe everything that we’re now being told is important; is important to the profit of those who do the telling.
If you could live in a community where you did not fear your neighbor, where you could do things that you thought were worthwhile and at the same time realize who you could be, where people would band together to help those in need of help, and nobody would need to be alone — what more would you want? What accumulation of “things” would you need?
For the people who want to control us — that’s the scariest future of all.
