Monday, July 3, 2017
I see promise in the eyes of certain people both young and old. I believe there is a fire that has never really been put out by the realities of life that are being sold to them. I believe they can see through the pack mentality and are not afraid to pursue their own personal goals - however large or small they may be. In this world today, very few people can say they are doing what needs to be done, step by step, so their personal dream can be realized in this earthly life. It could be the dream of a man to beat his addiction to alcohol and put the bottle down for good. Anyone who has been to hell knows what I am talking about. It could be the dream of a woman to be a poet and a painter. In this world today, it would be a difficult task to find monetary success in such a capacity, but the inner peace that comes with the pursuit is what serves as the driver, I would think, for such a woman. I believe inner peace is something we should find before we become the ground we walk on. I can only hope that inner peace can be found through technology in some way. If this is not the case, then humanity is in serious trouble.
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