I believe in small, symbolic revolutionary acts.
Today I was pushing my son in his stroller and saw an old guy coming towards us. I decided to smile at him, you know how the gurus say to smile at a stranger and you both feel good? Well as this dude walked past, I looked at his face, tried to catch his eye but I couldn't catch his eye. Both his eyes were too busy staring at my boobs. It happens ... I'm a female and he has a penis. It startled him when I laughed.
I'll try to lift a strangers spirits again another day. I won't lose hope.
I've stopped numbing myself and started to feel my goddamn pain again. It hurts. It's glorious. I'M ALIVE.
The only thing more important than standing up for yourself is standing up for other people who can't stand up at all. Once I even got arrested for it.
Breaking free from consumerism, attitudes, and expectations is key. Especially routines. Take your kids out for lazy fish and chips at the lake and let them get muddy and stay up late. It's so cool. So not boring.
I turned off the satellite navigation system in my car and was like Luke Skywalker using the force. Took a wrong turn into Chinatown ... it was so vivid and colourful and I vowed to go back for the Chinese New Year Parade next week.
Years ago my counsellor in group therapy listened to me harp on for twenty minutes non-stop. He didn't acknowledge anything that I told him ... just ordered me out into my backyard to plant my feet in the dirt. The whole group laughed and I hated them. It was to teach me to literally get grounded.
You either feel the revolution burning in you, or you have a vague unease of something more. It will not be televised, not be televised, not be televised.
Do you want to know a secret? The most revolutionary act you could ever do, in this day and age?
Is tell the truth.
Pass it on.
A face well lived.
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