When I was young and angry I had it all figured out. I argued to win and I wanted to change the world. Later on I realized that wasn’t my cause. I realized I wasn’t Jesus. I couldn’t change everything and everyone.
Now I’m getting older, wiser I think. I’ve learned that anger doesn’t help, that there is no winning or loosing in arguing. Only learning. And the more I learn, the more I find me not knowing. I getting wrinkles around my eyes, and I don’t care that much about uninportant matters, like what people think. And I think and feel a lot about what I should do with my life.
And maybe, when I think and feel about it, it isn’t such a bad idea after all. To have a cause. To change the world.
At least a part of it.
For a while…