If it were just me I needed to think about, I wouldn’t try to change the world. I’ve lived long enough and seen enough of how things always seem to be that I don’t really care what the world “does” to me. I’ve gotten a lot better at taking it.
Yet when I wake up in the morning and when I lay my head down at night I think of these people:
Then I think that what really matters is them, and what I leave behind for them when I’m gone. When I think about them, apathy is no longer an option. I have to care about things because they look to me to learn how to do so much.
How to treat people.
How to treat each other.
How to treat the planet.
Things like that.
I may not want to be an example for anyone, but that almost doesn’t matter. I’ve got two people who need me.
I guess the best place to start is simply changing my own world first…
A Work in Progress 