Well… it’s been a day – just like any other day. I wore black… biked to work… worked… biked home and walked in the park with Anita and Nova. A beautiful day. Nothing in my day to tie this date with six years ago… I was looking for it to come up.
Perhaps if I watched television more, or talked to strangers more… perhaps if I got out of my daily life and tried to make a change in the world which reflected my beliefs (such as they are)… perhaps if I didn’t live so comfortably I’d work to fix what seems obviously wrong with the world.
Unfortunately, that does seem to be what it comes down to. I value my ability to provide for my family above most other things. An argument could be made that activism which resulted in an improvement in the world would be a better service to one’s family… but I’m not that optimistic. I believe change can happen – must happen – and if a critical mass of people lean in a direction, the country will follow… but I don’t know how much I can contribute… cop-out.
Since I can not seem to improve the world beyond my normal daily routine… I can not proselytize that anyone else should.
Don’t worry, I’ve got punishment enough; knowing that the current American Government is corrupt and criminal, but not doing anything about it. End in sight? Probably not.