Joni cries to me through screen and speaker. How the world has changed. That with the push of a button I can here the bellowing voice of musicians long dead and buried. The modern world is something that I am in constant awe of. Then again I am in similar awe of the past. Its strength that seems to have slacked off as the years grew. The simplicity, the courage of it. How things were taken in stride and with absolution. Gods were feared and the earth cherished for the never-ending gifts it brought forth. As my years have grown to 21 I have seen God sell more books than Vonnegut. I have seen parents crumbled under the disrespect of children, and men and women both stamp out the moral understanding between each other. I have seen marriage become a clumsy and outdated tradition of the past. Conception being a standard ritual of age 15.
But there has been good in all of this peril. Land has become something to enjoy instead of conquer. People live in a mesh of color, thought, standard, and wealth. We live closely and intimately with our brothers. People are heard, and praised for their opinion and new ideals. Music has burst into the heart of every youth, exploding with untold emotion and soul. We all feel now, we are one in that precious aspect. Buildings soar to the star, and bridges stretch across overbearing seas. Overall it can be a bit unsettling to be thrown out with no schedule or instruction. Yet I cannot deny the liberation it brings once baby bird begins to fly. I do believe I am quite proud of myself for that. That I have built my own tiny life. Though it is not exactly complete it is mine, and I must say I live it! I breathe it each morning and feel it graze my feet at each step I hike up mountain over field or into asphalt cages.
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