Later will take care of itself. It always does. What happens when that doesn't feel true? What happens when we start going backwards, all the while calling it "genius"? What happens when we lose our humanity? What happens if there have always ever been just a handful of people who really know how to love? 

I have hope, but I also feel as though I’m watching us collectively rot, my brains always itchy and my heart is always aching. Those without heart ache make me fear for our children, fear for our planet, fear for our future hopes, dreams, and ideas.

Feel the ITCH face the ROT ignoring it won’t bring you peace.

I don’t wish to be comfortable, I wish to be free. None of us are free until all of us are free.