From the River to the Sea.
I’m back in Boston after a hectic 48 hours quickly traveling to and from Virginia for my mother’s birthday.
I really appreciate her husband for doing his damndest to treat her with all the love and respect he thinks she deserves and more, she was very happy, and surprised that myself and my brother happened to be there, it was a lovely affair and she’s still celebrating today.
I think about my own relationships, as they are high school sweethearts, and I seem to be some thirty something year old that has a problem with his hygiene. Of course, now as I type I remember someone showed me a cousin of there’s that got married in their 40’s, and how I’m living now does not have to be the end all be all, this is just temporary.
I want to comment on the Israel and Palestine conflict, about the student encampments, but I feel like I don’t have anything of meaning to say, nothing to say that will help the student activists, who I wholeheartedly stand behind.
It’s strange to me to see people I know, so passionately against the status qu and big government, but so dispossessed as to be more apathetic to the cause than to support it, or anything for that matter.
All I know is that we must try our best, yet some of my “solutions” I think bring more harm than good.
Anyway!