how we spend our days is how we spend our lives

sometimes it's easy to start feeling dead. you think to yourself, "these things i'm doing, every day, they don't mean shit. i'm not changing anything. there are 6 billion people on this planet and i act like it's just me." and then you just feel dead.

this weekend, i didn't feel dead. i felt cold and out of breath and hungry and thirsty and sometimes that makes you feel your heart beat a little stronger. i was part of something bigger than me. i took part in being homeless for the homeless, and i did it with 60,000 other people. i wrote letters and worked with a team and slept in cardboard and felt for the first time in a long time that maybe, just maybe, the world was getting a little better because of me.

alot of people think that maybe they don't matter. that their vote doesn't count or their attendance isn't great enough to matter. but someone once said, "never doubt that a small group of dedicated individuals can change the world, indeed it is all that ever has." and the truth is, that if every one person thinks they don't matter, then they don't. but if each one thinks they do, we can do great things.

this weekend, we thought we mattered, and we did.

it was worth it. i was cold and didn't sleep and hungry and tired, but god it was worth it. and if you can wake up every day and know that what you're doing every day is worth it, then i think you may have found a dream.

someone else once said that the world is changed by those who show up.

and we did.

<3gen

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storybooks

pssst.

i don't know if you noticed, but i went missing. there was this rabbit, see, and he was really late for something. and i followed him up a giant beanstalk and met with some flute-playing cattle and this one girl who could spin straw into gold. and there was this princess with really long hair and every night seven little men would climb up her blonde locks into the shoe where she lived and play songs that made the whole world fall asleep.

so that's where i've been.

some sort of asleep.

i know that i broke some things when i left, or maybe broke them before i left and left them that way. and i'm trying now, desperately in fact, to repair any and all of those things. if you were one of those things, i'm sorry, and i'll try not to go away again, i promise.

sometimes a girl gets lost.

good thing someone thought to leave breadcrumbs to lead me home.

<3gen