Ain't No Angelou

It's amazing what has been going on in the world these past few weeks. I have an overwhelming urge to speak out on it, as does everyone else, it seems. But I don't have a tender touch or a malleable heart. I think it's bullshit.

That's right. Everyone needs to grow up and get over the notion that they're each the thriving center of this very universe. We are all just ants, crawling over crumbs and hording our load into our little hovels.

You are not a special little flower. You are not everything. You are a thing, as I am. Together, we could make something, but it takes more than just ego and loud words. SHUT.UP. Just shut your food hole for a moment, just long enough to actually listen. What you'll hear, past the noise of all the other self-important screaming is familiar song we all sing.

We just want to shine for someone. We want to be seen, heard. We want that one note to blend harmoniously into a melody that lasts through history. So just stop shouting long enough to hear it.