Passion. Intensity. Idealism. The individual. The group. Life. Heartache. Yearning. Longing. Searching. Asking. Trying. Questioning. Action. Hurt. Relief. Wonder. Amazement. Awe. Joy. Sorrow. Loss. Suffering. Sacrifice. Blood, sweat, tears. Puzzlement. Understanding. Belief. Knowledge. Wisdom. Confusion. Doubt. Arrogance. Pride. Contempt. Apathy. Pleasure. Contentment. Faith and the unknown.
I look out my window and see the raging waters. I step out my door and move closer to the surging flood. The water flows, faster than it should, pulling and tugging at everything. It overcomes, it devours, it consumes. And I shall swim upstream.
Life stands before me with so many questions, and so few answers. I turn on the TV and watch a stirring documentary on PBS. The hippies, counter culture, and revolutionists of the sixties and seventies. Where have they gone? Was it simply a revolution of sex, drugs, and rock & roll? What’s the point? You protested your parents’ materialism, racism, and violence, and where are we now? We bombed Saigon, and we bombed Pristina. Where is the life in it all? What does the 40 hours a week get you? Financial security? You call it security, but is it really? Nothing’s certain. There’s no such thing as financial security in this life.
I look back and see your young idealism. Where did it go? In some it’s still alive. In others it’s dim and faded, long since lost in the cobwebs and dust. But I also see your young idealism in the mirror. Will I bow to the same fate? I look about me and wish I could say the same for my generation. In some ways, I can see them waking up. But in other ways, I seem them bowing to the world of freedom and pleasure that you opened for them. Life is one big party, right?
Will this world ever see? Will this world ever understand? Will I ever see? Will I ever understand?