There are some days that are harder for me than others to put into perspective. It feels like I've been having a lot of those of late. I sit here, in a small lofted room in Buenos Aires and watch online the economy of US continue to spiral downward while two men are in a heated race for President. It makes for an odd backdrop in my mind as I walk through the streets of Argentina. I'm living in a place that I'm learning to call my home, while simultaneously being infused with the chaotic events of the place where I've always known my home to be.
I think it's safe to say that I don't feel like I've ever lived through a more transitional and pivotal point in history. I'm reading George Orwell's the Lion and the Unicorn, which he wrote in 1941, and found myself connecting to some of the words he wrote almost seventy years ago. The connection for me wasn't with the socialist ideas presented, but rather with his discontent with England's ruling class at the time, and his deep yearning for change. His deep yearning for revolution. For me, for the first time in a long time I feel like there's a chance for change in America. I saw it at the US Embassy two days ago where everyone, including myself, seemed to be voting for Barack Obama.
Am I worried what's going on? Why should I? Life's too short. I'd rather soak these beautifully chaotic times in. They're here whether we like them or not, and it isn't often that we get to experience them through the course of our lives. Plus, they say it's always darkest before the dawn. There's no way to know when that dawn will be, but it will come. It always does.
The Lion and the Unicorn
by George Orwell
Currently Listening To:
FDR's Fireside Chats
Blood in My Eyes
by Bob Dylan