When Life Gives You Lemons, and Lemonade

My life can be described as a pitcher of delicious lemonade, in which a very annoying fly has just landed on a piece of floating ice.

To explain, I'm in one of my favorite places in the world, having a fantastic time, but just got crappy news from home that makes me angry and frustrated.

I hate injustice. I hate not knowing how to go about revealing injustice and amending it.
I hate feeling unable to help my friends.

One day,

One day I hope,

To be able,

To change the world.

One day,

One day I wish,

To be able,

To eradicate evil.

One day,

One day I hope.

For this world,

To be fair.

One day, 

One day I wish.

For this world,

To be forgiving.

One day,

One day I hope.

One day,

One day I wish.

To ease the pain,

To ease the suffering,

To erase the hunger,

To erase the fear.

One day,

One day I hope,

For all of us,

To help another.

One day,

One day I wish,

For all of us,

To love each other.

One day,

One day I hope.

One day,

One day I wish.

One day,

One day I will.

One day,

One day we will.

So I wrote that, just now, because that's what I hope and wish, really. That's what I really want to accomplish in life. I hope that in some ways I've already changed the world. I hope that I've already helped ease somebody's pain and suffering. Going forward I hope to do these things and I hope these things remain at the top of my to do list. When we remove all the petty things from our to do lists, most of which are economic related, we get down to the things that will really change the world for the better. Helping one individual can help a thousand, if you believe that that person will replicate that act of kindness and then that act will be replicated, and so forth and so on. It is like when you added the water droplets to the top of the penny in grade school with an eye dropper. The top of the penny gets so full that eventually the water bursts over the sides, but before it does, all those little drops held together. Little acts of kindness hold communities together, hold this world together. Eventually the spirit of kindness will no longer be able to be contained. It bursts forth. Goodness always does. And over the sides, the walls, the oceans, good acts will yield good acts. The more we do for each other the fuller our lives feel, and the more the world heals.

And in the end, my life is still like a pitcher of lemonade, pretty sweet, and ready to share, once I shoo that fly away of course and squeeze that particularly sour lemon that just landed in my lap.

Well, that's my philosophical/persuasive/reflective post for today. Let me know what you think, whoever you are out there who's reading this.