maybe...

Sometimes we are so busy, and we be every a busy bee in this money hungry hive we call life, that nary is the moment when we can choose to commit time for respect. Respect for ourselves and who we want to be, not so much who we are. And we project that in our relationships, in the time we allow to happen amongst friends an family. It's not about right or wrong, agreement or difference, loyalty or indifference. Reconnection is a struggle when time pulls and prys in deliberate, almost insidious fashion, as if the world insists on disconnect as a hierarchical standard. Maybe that is what is meant by our national pastime... cynicism.

 

But once in a while, minds meld in a manner that drives intuitive reflex and causes an inner retrospect to fire spark-like an ignition, a cranking that inspires. Maybe that is what is missing. Not enough of us inspire each other beyond commercialized ascension worship and inspiration is a necessary spice in the concoction of life no matter at what level. I don't get inspiration from everyone I come across. But I can surely inspire someone into an action or at least minimally a thought, a breaking of a dull drab mode that they may not even know they are in. Do I need a shock value? No. Do I need a bottle of Tabasco? Maybe.