There are days when Anna wonders how many of her lives she passes by. One, two, three, four, and almost that one but she turned around and met someone else and by the time seven rolled around she was half a mile away and running. She thinks she’s tired of this, she can feel her lungs straining against a weight of endless choices, but Anna’s still curious and she’s still young and the boys still tell her she’s beautiful.
But Anna remembers what her mother looks like and she’s not counting any chickens, only the strides it takes to outdistance her might-have-beens.
Let’s not forget PIPA, either. Or this guy:
“Life moves on, whether we act as cowards or heroes. Life has no other discipline to impose, if we would but realize it, than to accept life unquestioningly. Everything we shut our eyes to, everything we run away from, everything we deny, denigrate or despise, serves to defeat us in the end. What seems nasty, painful, evil, can become a source of beauty, joy, and strength, if faced with an open mind. Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such”
― Henry Miller
The government doesn’t represent the people anymore. Challenge that and I’ll ask you, how badly do you want to go to war? How much does an increasingly unsustainable form of energy matter to you? You say you don’t care, that the only thing that matters is your lifetime. Say that to the children you meet and maybe when you die they won’t spit on your grave. Maybe.
And you wonder, rubbing your sleep-clouded eyes, what next?
This year’s going to be all about what’s next. This year is yours, when all you have is the present and the people standing with you.
We don’t have to hide. We don’t have to buy. We don’t have to keep silent. We don’t have to run on gasoline. We don’t have to build against nature. We don’t have to be imprisoned by our own technology.
We don’t have to watch this happen.