Slow Your Roar

Don’t let my lack of sleeping abilities fool you, I worry. I worry a lot. I suppose it comes from my refusal to live in a fairytale world. Where butterflies and rainbow ponies dance. I see the ugly, I see people stretch their last dime to feed themselves. I’ve gone days, weeks without electricity. No running hot water and a damn toilet that keeps stopping up. I so wish I could speak of beauty and exploring myself. But who the fuck am I fooling, most of the time this is who I am.
 
I often speak of nature and the benefits of breathing in the life it gives. But what about the rigged system in which we live. Where success is everything and the basic needs of life have a price. For the old, the sick, and those stuck in the margins; what do we have? Nothing. I’m sure by now you’ve grown bored of my ranting and I can’t really blame you. For in a society that rewards hard work with crumbs from the master’s table. The starving mutt keeps his mouth shut.
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Forgive my bluntness but every so often we need an outlet for the rage. If you’ve made this far, congratulations. I am often surprised when someone gets through more than 140 characters. We all need to slow our roar. I see death and violence every day, even in these small towns. Fear and worry have gripped the world in a choke hold. But harm and abuse aren’t the answer. Neither is working yourself into an early grave. Life is to be lived. Breathe in the stillness around you, even in the midst of chaos. Awareness is an ally we cannot do without.