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It's been a strange year. It's been tough to navigate between wanting to holler in the streets, or do my best to find normalcy at home. Things aren't normal, though. I can't fool myself into believing that they are. The people who have managed to do this are sleepwalking. You can tell by the look in their eyes. Go ahead, they're so beyond sensation that I'm sure you could draw on their faces and they wouldn't notice. 

What does it mean to you to be human? Remind yourself that this planet that we are screwing does not need us. It is only other humans that need us. This, on paper, seems simple, but it's not. We've made things almost ridiculous for ourselves with bogus frameworks that don't serve us but we are too timid to let go. Figure out your connection to the earth and each other. Find your music and share it. 

Try harder to be loving. Keep trying until you get there. I'm not talking about just being nice; I'm talking about being authentic in your boots and loving your fellow human. Family, of course, is important, but not at the cost of being

anaesthetized to the rest of the world. When you find yourself standing next to someone who folds their arms, shrugs their shoulders and says, "Well, there's not much we can do," take that as your cue, because that complicity is how we got into this mess. 

The scenario that drives me nuts is the idea that "those people have chosen to have that experience." If that's the case, then YOU have chosen to have the experience wherein you are a witness. You have chosen to be put in the position of having to make a choice about how you react. 

Are you going to do nothing?  Seriously?