It's been a few weeks since the hair cut. I finally shipped my hair to be made into a wig, and I am getting use to my hair. Its still not my favorite. But the short hair is turning more into a symbol for me than anything else. I gave apart of myself to someone else. I gave some of my happiness to someone else who needs it (or at least eventually). And short hair or not, that is more than I can ask for in my life.
All I ever want is for everyone to be happy, we all have that right. Not to get all political, but when I say everyone, I mean the people who love others, that are just trying to be happy, love their families, and exist. Over seas, all the women, men, and children who just want to live their lives are being stripped of their right. And it does not sit well with me. It should not sit well with anyone. How did I get to be born here, with all the possibilities at my fingertips, and someone else was born in a country where basic human rights are stripped from them before they have the chance to explore?
I have all these thoughts about others, but come to a roadblock, what can I do about it? I can talk about it, I can voice my opinion (freely I might add), but outside of that, what can I do? I volunteer, I help people here, but it seems not enough.
This is a common struggle in my mind- and I am sure will continue... but thats life, finding how I can make a difference in this big world we live in.
Deep thoughts for this Friday.... Maybe more to come later.
Peace, Love, and bigger than myself,
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