no matter how much I try to come up with new material my mind keeps going back in time and I keep pondering the whole scheme of things a la this phrase: I want to start a revolution...
It doesn't have to be a violent one. Peaceful always works best, but I love confrontation and a meeting of minds. Wouldn't it be wonderful to see this spark ignite in humanity that allows them to rise above their own selfish melancholy existence to come together to perpetuate themselves into a place they daren't fathom right now? I like igniting fires all over this hell and I love quenching unnecessary ones I didn't start if only just to keep 'em on their toes. I want this revolution to be about truth and tolerance and knowledge and equality. I want the children to inherit something worth wanting rather than to prostitute themselves on television and in the media circus for a way of life.
I want to start a revolution because I believe we were intended for another purpose than to grow old and lazy and dumber. Babies capable of ordering meals via satellite and phone that cannot spell their names correctly and mother's who would rather buy a pack of smokes than a can of formula need not be the legacy we leave behind. I cannot speak for the masses of you but I know what my purpose or purposes have been. I have completed most tasks I was set here to do and even a few of my own agendas. The one thing you can count on is that I have never purposefully impacted another against their will or to their own dis-satisfaction. I like being me. I like ever square inch of ever benign and ugly part of me including my disdain. Happiness has been in my life and gone and come back and so has anger and remorse, but I don't have regret. I lived as I should have even if it is not what I would have thought ideal or what my mother would have wanted. All parents want their children to be lawyers and doctors and politicians but some of us need to actually do the dirty work. Not everyone is cut out for television or government fame. Just as not all people are cut out to bake or draw or build a home. Fortunately for me I have been proficient in many different occupations but none that please me as well as being Laurel's mom and a writer/chef. Hell, I would have made a hell of a "call girl" if wanted to and maybe even one in demand, but I chose and life chose another path. It was dictated by the environment I grew up in and altered by my own will to change my course if only a wee bit. Vigorous change was wanted but not need and my lust for life didn't wane or alter. Go get your change. If life is not what you want then make it yours, yours alone. Start your own revolution and maybe you will find on your journey that a fellow or two have gathered with you for it's haul.~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.
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