I feel like one day, I might leave all these behind for a different world.
By these, I mean all these creative aspirations.
I love this world with all my heart.
I love books, writing, performing arts, theatres. I live and breathe in of songs and dance.
But maybe in a different universe,
I will pursue something that will make an impact on people's lives and their future.
Not just an impact, but a real difference.
System is the keyword.
I want to dive into the complex reality of welfare, and challenge why the heck we can't provide everyone bare minimum descency.
I want to tease each strand of problems,
sort out each knot,
cut where it truly matters and where people's being are at stake.
And it makes a difference whether I'm doing a good job or if I'm failing.
Because it will mean food or education or justice or healthcare for someone who needs and deserves it as their basic right.
It will mean something real.
I don’t know.
Maybe I will be stubborn and live in this fantasy world forever,
creating pockets after pockets of escapism.
But maybe,
Just maybe,
one day I’ll get so sick and in need of a sobering pill.
And I’ll end up in this world.
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ps: the day ends with a lovely 5-hour dinner. love love love.
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