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Imaginary Lines

We spend so much time screaming across imaginary lines. So consumed by emotions and ideals that we cannot get out of our own way to do the difficult work that must be done.

We have fallen prey to a cycle of distrust and disease. The weight of the world seems to rest on our shoulders. It feels impossible to stop the sea and our blood from boiling.

But we can change. Everything. There is enough love and enough passion in each of us to build a new world. You just have to get out of our own way. We see the things we hate in others. About ourselves and about the world. But if we can just look from a different perspective we will see where to begin. There is hope.

© Elizabeth McLaughlin | March 22, 2019


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