A New Era of Hope and Peace

Since the election of Barack Obama, I've had this overwhelming feeling of hope and prosperity wash over me. Just the idea that al Qaeda has stepped forward and offered a chance at a peace treaty is miles beyond any of the 43 other presidents. Let's hope and keep pushing forward to correct the issues that have brought our world economy into a recession, divided our country, and provided fear of terrorism for the last eight years. We are now closer than ever to being a part of the world economy, instead of beinga country that thinks they can fix everything by getting in the middle of it and showing that we have bigger guns, we can finally move toward making smart decisions based on past events. My hope is that The United States of America has finally started to learn from it's past mistakes, with electing the very first black president.

The most important thing to remember is, that no matter who is in the White House, "We The People" have the choice to make change and make our vioces heard. So if you don't like what's going on with the government stand up and shout it!

Let's be honest with ourselves, there's no quick fix for the economic situation that we're in. I don't believe that Barack Obama can fix these problems within the next 4 years, but I do believe that he can get us started in a direction to fix these problems. If we, the people, can learn from our past mistakes of the last 8 years then maybe we can make a change and make a difference for ourselves and most importantly for our children or grandchildren. But we need to maintain these ideals into the next election and keep moving forward.

Here's to Hope and Peace.

the New and the Old

As new and revolutionary ideas pass through and around, I can't help but feel that there's a place for me in this world, I believe I know what that place is and am strong on it's heels. Focus on the spirit, on the soul, on the universe surrounding us is the highest priority, for as to not ignore or miss a fleeting thought that my take us to the outer reaches and back. This is our goal, no more, no less.

Why me?

The pain of debt reaches in and sucks the last couple drops of blood from my dying heart, but at the last moment a sign of hope glimmers in the eye of the beholder. Nay, it's just a gray haired bumper coming at me from behind. That's the sweet poetry of life, when you're down and out why not kick you a few more times just for safe measure; to make sure that you take an extra few breathes before you get up and try again.

In hindsight though, it could be used to take a look at one's life and measure it to the importance of being happy; where does it fall into place, why am I destined to continue on this path of destruction?

Into the hands of time I give myself as being of space. It's time to be aware; aware of the world in which we live, aware of the choices that we make and the consequences that follow, aware of ourselves without anything else.