What does that mean? How can I, one person, possibly have an impact on this planet? I hear blame. Everywhere. But the truth is, I am to blame. I didn’t reach out to you. I didn’t talk to you and ask you how you are doing. I judged you before you even opened your mouth.
I’m self absorbed. I’m looking to further my own agenda. My art life. Look at me! If I turn my attention outward, I see pain. A lot of pain. And honestly, most of the time, I can’t handle it. I can’t save the whole world. Can I?
I used to think my art would heal people, heal their pasts. My glowing light and example would save those who gazed upon my creation. I’m not sure I believe that anymore. I think I’m full of shit.
And I sit on Facebook and pass judgment. Everyday I pass judgment on what you post and how you feel about things. And if they don’t agree with my view, I make you “them”. The famous “them” that separates us from each other. I put you in a box. The stupid box.