Stuck, In Time
When considering my love for the human spirit, I find an irreconcilable tension between wanting to do what I may to leave the world, socially and environmentally speaking, in a better state than when I first knew it, so that this spirit may continue to evolve and persevere; and wanting to do what I may so that the human spirit, accompanied by the wild theatrics it’s toted since at least the Ancients, may be preserved. I’m not sure whether this tension, in turn, ought to be relieved or excited. So in a decisive act of indecision, I’ll just call myself a philosopher, and call it a day.
Copyright Keli Birchfield 2016