So why does the thought of giving up and doing something else with my life make me die inside? I mean I would make a great chef! A police officer or a food photo designer (don’t think that’s the title but you get the picture).
Because damnit, I watch Leo giving a speech about climate change and I WANT to be the change in this world!
But I here what you are sayin', he’s Leonardo Dicaprio and I’m a plus size actress whose stuck at an average height. So now what?:/ Well I have two choices: To be or not to be (ok I know the puns in this blog are just outrageous but what do you expect?! I’m a thespian, it’s all I know!). In all seriousness, either I need to take the bull by the horns or get out of the kitchen.
Because the climate is changing, crazy people are running for President, the food is toxic and kids are being drugged.
“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer: that you are here; that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse;
That the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.
What will your verse be?“
Thank you and goodnight ~ Amanda Reed
** no puns were hurt in the writing of this blog**