I’m grateful that I have a roof over my head because having a roof over my head allows me to focus on doing things I love instead of having to find a place of shelter every night, like so many people do.
I’m grateful that I know where to buy food and money to buy it with, for it allows me to nourish my body while enjoying the texture of each ingredient cooked to perfection.
I’m grateful we’re becoming more politically empowered because it allows us to truly see the system we’re all part of and begin a dialogue detailing exactly what kind of life we want to lead as 7000000000 of us sleep eat and work.
Big questions. Lots of answers.
I’m grateful I get to have the choice to even consider that what I want is possible and thus accomplish it.
I want to live in paradise the kind where you don’t have to die to go to, or sacrifice for, or consider yourself or anyone else unworthy of it.
It all starts with a dream. A story. A beginning.
I intend to live in paradise on earth.
There’s peace in that as everything that’s not it falls away. I insist. I won’t take no for an answer and instead consider it as not yet for some. Those who don’t share my vision and instead argue why it isn’t possible- not yet for them; not everyone is born to lead and that’s ok.
As I take up my space with others on the same path, it creates a field, a gate for all to enter if they wish .
There is no rush.
Love is not an emergency. It is.