Sometimes I say my sister is crazy… But in a good way. I think maybe it’s in that Catch-22 sort of way where only the “crazy” people really know what’s going on. And in that sense I wish I was half as crazy as her.
I don’t know how to really introduce this huge quote, but I felt the need to share her words, cause they made me think about stuff:
“One of the projects Common Ground is working on is rebuilding a community center…It’s all very exciting-it’s anarchy at its best. I have always said that i have seen the future and was terrified but this is also the future- the good the hopeful. I think the volunteers down here are so thrilled to be here because it gives us a break from our normal bullshit lives in the system. This is a way to escape it and to be almost free. I finally understand the idea of live free or die-i really get it. A life worth living is so much. I think the volunteers are thankful that they can be a part of this rebuilding, this part of feeling significant when everyday we have to live our lives out in a normal 9-5 fashion where we don’t contribute one single bit of significance to society. It sucks that a hurricane has to bring this out in us but it makes you wonder what things could really be like if we could break free of this system or
machine. What if we didn’t have to be drones for the hive? Where could we be today?
…We can’t abandon our way of life just yet but we can certainly start paring down. I am thankful that I am not held down my material items (with the one bad exception of U2 items) that I can’t carry around with me. Nothing seems that important- maybe it really is time to get rid of even more stuff. Clothes, books, etc.
Why do i do this? because it feels good-it feels rewarding to help other people, to help other people get their own voice back, power to the powerless, to be an advocate for others in whatever way makes sense. I pity those who don’t have the compassion or empathy to feel tragedy and injustice. It dehumanizes them and reduces them to mindless automatons to be so wrapped up in their ridiculous lives- a life worth living or being a robot. I don’t know what the answer is but i know i won’t be a robot any longer.”
Looking around my room just makes me feel… lucky but guilty. The more things I accumulate the worse I feel about it. I need to do a massive cleaning out and revamp. I need to recenter and reorganize.
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Wow… what she wrote bothers me in too many ways to list.