He lies on his black, dusty futon as he feels the brisk wind brush against his body. On his porch at almost midnight this January evening, it only feels like the beginning of Fall. Thinking of the weather is too hard because it causes far too much anxiety.
“Stop eating meat,” he says.
“Recycle consistently,” he says.
“Save your money for the future,” he says.
“Fight for others because you will want them to fight for you,” he says.
“Actions speak louder than words,” he says.
Luckily, his willpower has allowed him to act as he speaks. However, does he speak to what he really thinks?
The light at the end of the tunnel is revolution. But that revolution will bring so much pain for millions of people in the process, including him. So what is he really preparing for? For the betterment of his society? Or for the wishful thinking that maybe a revolution isn’t necessary?
History says otherwise. Love while you can because you can’t love for much longer.
Jazz Hands of Death