We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
Why have I sacrificed so much to make a better world? Its a calling that I feel. I really do wonder sometimes if people really care whats going on outside of their own bubble. I think that the world has got to get better somehow and that I am perhaps the only person who cares. So I hope that something changes where my hopes in life are not simply based on my own success or lack of success. So I get sad if I don't act. Truly knowing I may fail and blow it, Call me crazy.
What weird science do I kinda believe? I think time traveling is very real, but like in a dream I forget much about it when I wake. Concepts around time seem to want to be forgotten and leave us to some gravity pulling us downwards. So the universe wants destruction. Humans need to understand time outside of hours as all we know.
Why music so much? It has been called the language of the Gods and Goddesses. As a poet I feel a link to music and it helps me write and feel like poetry is valuable. The idea that music is in decline or being put to misuses is taken very seriously. Music can heal, but it can also harm, as in actually harm brain wave patterns. Music in a sense is the basis for culture and I could go on and on about its importance. The flame must be kept alive. This is a fact.
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YOU DECIDE?!
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