Apr 9, 2015
I see an age where generosity can be the most common social exchange. Where community can be built upon honour. Where gifts are recognized. Where fear of others is abandoned and waves of freedom wash our people, our land. Where contribution isn’t measured in dollar value. Where the inner self of every soul is showcased with such sensitive simplicity that we forget what it is to put on a mask or hide a gun under the belt.
Are melodies and brush strokes, conversations and gestures, too small a contribution? No. That is like asking if the sky adds anything to the appearance of each day. Each component composes the whole.
What is your brush stroke in the sky, your single note amidst this grand composition?
-Aaron David’