Outrage

the world is imperfect and humans don’t play well with others

society has been built and reconfigured and torn apart

over and over and over, it will happen again, it is happening now

someone, everyone can see something to be outraged about

all of the emotions are raw and tender and about to cause a panic

lines of dualities upon which we are divided, lay across population

providing pinprick moments for conflict, confrontation and confusion

i assume that someone has to be wrong, there can not be a nuance

context has to go out of the window and things must be analyzed

only as the literal meaning — is that the way we get better?

fuck. i don’t know these answers, when i was younger i knew everything

but now, now, i just try to abide.

maybe im too radical or not courageous enough or too stuck or something

my discomfort is not because of the incessant pointing out of how unfair

imbalanced or broken things are, but because I am already doing

the best i can to be better than i once was

progress is unevenly distributed but happiness comes from within

no matter where or when you live

but what do i know?