Thirty Years Old…
A few younger girls at a tea shop asked me what it was like to turn 30. I replied: As long as you learn from your mistakes before 30, then turning 30 is a great time.
It was a police state a long time ago, America, we are just seeing the results from the preparation. We are constantly monitored by some unknown, we have walls at our borders and borders between our states with security checks, most of the food we can afford and have access to is crap, we can’t leave when we want unless we have clearance, we can’t change the people in charge and have no control over who gets their job when they leave, we are shuffled about to work jobs that mean nothing while becoming entrenched in debt that chains us to an imaginary system of value. Sounds a lot like prison to me.
Stories that bring tears to tear ducts
Such a beautiful story. Sad and happy alike. http://www.ovguide.com/when-the-last-sword-is-drawn-9202a8c04000641f80000000004bb357
I’m not a big fan of the people that say or support the idea that we just need to relax and not worry so we can be happy. That is a lazy ass thing to promote/ do! The best way to let a bunch of selfish organized gangsters, aka government and bankers, control people and turn them into slaves is to take a backseat to making changes.
I say get angry. I say speak out. I say do what it takes to make a difference everyday in your own way, both in your mind and in your active lives. There is no reason to conform to complacency. If you do the latter you’re only succumbing to slavery and generations of continued misfortune.
Found my Dad!
So I found my Dad after 31 years of being apart. We have been reconnecting and learning about each other. It’s a wild thing to experience and I’m lucky to close up that hole of loss in my life finally.
Oh and he also makes beautiful jewelry so if you please, go and see if you like anything! https://www.etsy.com/shop/AbaloneWowee