Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on January 18, 2016 by Jan Wilberg
I miss militancy. I miss radicals.
I miss relentless insistence. I miss confrontation. I miss fearlessness. I miss anger.
I miss eloquence. I miss clarity. I miss innocence and guilt.
I miss the love of justice. I miss the power.
I miss my obligation. I miss the people we should have become.
I miss Martin Luther King.
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What happens here on Red's Wrap is all over the map. There is no single theme, no overarching gripe, no malady of my own or others that dominates. I write about what seems important or interesting at the moment and what aims me toward hope. I write stories, essays, poems - whatever fits the day and the mood. Nothing stays the same, here or anywhere. That's a good thing. Happiness. It's relative.
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I miss them all, too. Where are our radicals?
Thanks, Jan. I miss it too. And yet it is here. Still, it doesn’t have enough power–yet–to change things. Hopefully, it will.