On Words, On Power
I've wondered how much meaning words still hold these days. As I've told many people before, writing is my first love, and my favorite form of creative art - even still today, and yes, over photography, and over drawing and sketching. I love me some words! And there's either a part of me that still believes that the pen is mightier than the sword, or I just don't give two shits anymore. I'm gon write, not because there's a reason, but because its what I love to do. And is that not a reason to do anything? Anyone who knows me well, know's that I've had a lot of questions about this capitalist, modern day western culture that we've lived our lives in over here. While it has made for comfortable living (up till now), and while I don't know if there's any better alternatives out there at the moment, I do wonder if it's made our search for the meaning of things a little bit more complicated than it has had to be. Why do we lose our passion ...
