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As pure as water can be, in an affluent and wealthy country, My soul has a Cornelian dilemma when it comes to purity. How can we be good people when we live so easily? Innocents are dying of thirst and I take a bath every other day. Does it really count if one buys organic and fair-trade items, When it is that easy, that accessible, and they are still hungry over there? But what else are we allowed to do, that is not too compelling? What can our money do, when all it does now constrain others? I try every day to be as good, as pure, as I am able to Though I still feel futile, small... and unrealistically optimistic.
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May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 2:06 PM UTC
An Unrealistically Optimist
As pure as water can be, in an affluent and wealthy country, My soul has a Cornelian dilemma when it comes to purity. How can we be good people when we live so easily? Innocents are dying of thirst and I take a bath every other day. Does it really count if one buys organic and fair-trade items, When it is that easy, that accessible, and they are still hungry over there? But what else are we allowed to do, that is not too compelling? What can our money do, when all it does now constrain others? I try every day to be as good, as pure, as I am able to Though I still feel futile, small... and unrealistically optimistic.
I wish everyone has the same chances, the same possibilities, when it comes to one's life. Our world is still so unfair, but, I still believe in us. One day, we'll all be equals despite our skin color, our sexuality, our gender... even our species.
andsoon
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27/Swiss
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 2:06 PM UTC
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