As for a movement that would spring from words printed on tomorrow's cat box liners, well, that's another story. Some things change faster than others. I still pull all-nighters writing some paper or another, Guevara's words are still tacked to my bulletin board in the third and last office I will have here at EMU and I still weigh each and every word to avoid being misinterpreted. But, like the Goodison cats, I, too, have had my house torn down around my ears in the years since I first started writing for the Echo. I've learned that there are things you can change, things you can't change and the wisdom to know the difference between the two.
Wisdom is a gift gained through perseverance in the face of despair.
Your life may take you on a long trip with frequent stops in despair, depression, obsession, rage, guilt and countless other towns along the scenic route to Hell. The good news, though, is that you can always get off the bus. That is why this morning, unlike that morning in another time, I struggle for words that may reach one or two people and leave it at that. These days, I have more concern for looking within myself to find those great feelings of love Guevara spoke of, so that they may guide me to the soul-satisfying life I've been seeking for so long.