opposition
I am compelled to write out of desperation. It seems with every day that passes, I come to regret ever leaving Europe. It was by far not a perfect place, but a place that I had the chance to be with my Love, legally and without impedance. I do not feel like a US citizen anymore, because the values of this land could not be more opposed to mine. The inalienable rights the founding fathers wrote of are bullshit. My rights are limited by a stodgy right-wing undercurrent that is so full of double standards, they have forgotten what a pure standard is.
I am going to start working on finding my way back to Europe. I don't plan on ever coming back. I had a bad feeling about making this move, but I chose to ignore it. We'll work it out, I told myself. I wish it would, but in the end I think it will be just lots of wasted energy for naught. It is difficult being here after being exposed to how things could be done better, not perfectly, but better. Getting to know cultures that actually care enough about the future to plan for it, and make the necessary sacrifices for the betterment of generations to come. Here we just think about ourselves, and who gives a flying F**k about tomorrow? I am beginning not to care if tomorrow ever comes, in fact, I am near to hoping it doesn't. That seems better to me.
I feel hopelessly lost at the moment, and so filled with regret that I am choking on my own bitterness.
I am going to start working on finding my way back to Europe. I don't plan on ever coming back. I had a bad feeling about making this move, but I chose to ignore it. We'll work it out, I told myself. I wish it would, but in the end I think it will be just lots of wasted energy for naught. It is difficult being here after being exposed to how things could be done better, not perfectly, but better. Getting to know cultures that actually care enough about the future to plan for it, and make the necessary sacrifices for the betterment of generations to come. Here we just think about ourselves, and who gives a flying F**k about tomorrow? I am beginning not to care if tomorrow ever comes, in fact, I am near to hoping it doesn't. That seems better to me.
I feel hopelessly lost at the moment, and so filled with regret that I am choking on my own bitterness.