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:

I can’t get this Sufjan Stevens song out of my head

Someone sent me a link to this song earlier, it’s been playing on repeat for the last few hours. I really love it: http://radio3.cbc.ca/play/band/Tanya-Davis/Art/

I wondered what would be the worth of my words in the world
if i write them and then recite them are they worth being heard
just because i like them does that mean i should mic them
and see what might unfurl

i think of the significance of my opinions here
is it significant to be giving them does anybody care
just because i’m into this does that mean i should live like it
and really do i dare

art, art i want you
art you make it pretty hard not too
and my heart is trying hard here to follow you
but i can’t always tell if i ought to

so i pondered the point of my art in this life
if i make it will someone take it and think it’s genuine
will they be glad that i did ’cause they got something good out of it
will they leave me and be any more inspired

i question the outcome of the outpouring of myself
if i tell everyone my stories will this keep me healthy and well
will it give me purpose, to this world some sort of service
is it worth it, how can i tell

art, art…

This song: I wish that I could see you soon, by Herman Düne puts me in a good mood, the video does too. Reminds me a bit of Cat Stevens. It’s one of those songs that I keep playing on repeat and grinning to. I like the green men.