Dear Stranger

Sometimes I find myself wishing I knew just a bit more about righteous anger, and a bit less about resignation.

But, to act on anger requires you to earnestly believe that your actions can and will change something, whether it be the world, a situation, another person…

Do you ever lay your hands on a solid surface and, brief though it may be, find yourself convinced you’ll just fall through it if you push? Like a ghost, or a figment of the imagination.

I don’t push outward, the world and it’s people don’t seem to change much except in size and shape, and when you push they only seem to pull.

I push inward. At least I can feel myself changing.

A song for the moment: