The similarities in our differences 

Give me liberty. Period.

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Being happy. Being free. Being joyful. Being fearless. Just being. Existing. Breathing. We do it. We can’t help it. We have to. We want to. Wait, do we?

Yes. Yes we do. We do want to. We want to live and never die. We were not made to die we were made to live. And to live abundantly. Not abundantly in treasures or riches or any commodity or good measured and valued by man. But. To live in harmony with one another. 

Growing, laughing, learning, sharing life with one another as humans.

 
What would happen if we started focusing on what we agree on instead of arguing about all our varied differences of opinion? 

Freedom humanity love peace hope joy

We the people, of the United States of America, in order to form a more perfect union, establish justice, ensure domestic tranquility. Provide for the common defense, for ourselves and our prosperity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America. 

Inalienable: (according to Merriam Webster:  

incapable of being alienated, surrendered, or transferred 

No surrender or transfer allowed. None. Zero. Nada.
 
Why do we not claim what is ours? #questionoftheday

Humble beginnings

What does it mean to be remembered?

What does it mean to be remembered? Does it mean having your name written in the accepted official history of the day? Does it mean living on through stories passed from generation to generation? Does it mean having a monument dedicated to your life’s achievements? What does it mean to achieve? Who defines what is success and what is failure? I certainly don’t know.

What’s in a name anyways? Does the name your parents gave you at birth define who you are as a person? What does define us? Are we defined by the society we live in or are we defined by our responses to that system? Are we a product of our society or are we merely a function of it? I still don’t know.

You tell me what it means to be remembered. Because frankly, I’m not smart enough to figure it out.

I don’t know where this blog is going. Or if anyone will ever read it. Nor do I care. I need a medium to voice the questions that rise to my mind without answer. I need a blank space to write. Welcome to the inside of my mind. If you’re brave enough, come get lost with me.