Put-your-garbage-on-fire-night
I was at a volunteer appreciation night tonight.
I was approached, later in this reserved, restrained evening, by an elderly woman who had volunteered extensively. She generously confided in me her life history as well as that of her children - this accompanied by her beaming face, alight with pride- and then solemnly thanked me for not going the path of the rest of the corrupt youth in our society.
"It's seldom we find those who care," she said gravely, surveying me with startlingly blue eyes. I smiled a little and nodded, not wishing to disturb her misconceptions.
Are youth, seemingly apathetic? Certainly, being one, I do not believe they are devoid of feeling;they do not seem to have the marked indifference that this woman seemed to think as a common condition among the youth of today. It seems tired rhetoric now, I'm entirely too used to hearing these commiserations and frankly tired of it. The youth of today are not the slovenly, sedentary lards that some may percieve them as- we are full of conviction and passion, and move willfully in every endeavour.
It was, however, a great evening, and the portable zen garden (generously given to my twin and I as a gift for attending the event) is something I shall hold close to my heart.
I remembered something from Haiti tonight, incongruous in the midst of a fundamentally different event. I remembered, suddenly, the garbages there- heaps and piles of it, lying in rough holes in the sidewalks. On Friday's, we would see those piles flickering with flames, being slowly reduced to black, charred ashes. It was strange, this finality, this complete destroyal of what was not needed.
And that, I suppose, is all.
I was approached, later in this reserved, restrained evening, by an elderly woman who had volunteered extensively. She generously confided in me her life history as well as that of her children - this accompanied by her beaming face, alight with pride- and then solemnly thanked me for not going the path of the rest of the corrupt youth in our society.
"It's seldom we find those who care," she said gravely, surveying me with startlingly blue eyes. I smiled a little and nodded, not wishing to disturb her misconceptions.
Are youth, seemingly apathetic? Certainly, being one, I do not believe they are devoid of feeling;they do not seem to have the marked indifference that this woman seemed to think as a common condition among the youth of today. It seems tired rhetoric now, I'm entirely too used to hearing these commiserations and frankly tired of it. The youth of today are not the slovenly, sedentary lards that some may percieve them as- we are full of conviction and passion, and move willfully in every endeavour.
It was, however, a great evening, and the portable zen garden (generously given to my twin and I as a gift for attending the event) is something I shall hold close to my heart.
I remembered something from Haiti tonight, incongruous in the midst of a fundamentally different event. I remembered, suddenly, the garbages there- heaps and piles of it, lying in rough holes in the sidewalks. On Friday's, we would see those piles flickering with flames, being slowly reduced to black, charred ashes. It was strange, this finality, this complete destroyal of what was not needed.
And that, I suppose, is all.
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