ran 3.5 miles
Someone Else. This is a man or woman most of us can relate to and he or she is running for president in 2012. Someone Else. He or she has no desire to achieve mediocrity as an ultimate goal or to compromise American principles for the mess we have collectively allowed our nation to become over a time too long to recognize until now. Someone Else will not capitalize on how weak and un-American this nation has become or attempt to make it something it is not amidst its vulnerability.
The problems we now face are the consequence of a slow, almost unnoticeable demise, decade by decade, of not addressing important issues when they initially present themselves. It is like staring at a clock; you never actually see the hour hand or the minute hand move no matter how long you stare at the arms they are attached to. Impatient and obligated by more important things to do, we all avert our eyes and get on with our lives, ignoring the recurring seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months and years.
Time is captured in untimely glimpses and unpredictable moments you don’t ask for. Sometimes they are blessings and other times they are slaps in the face that demand attention. Now is one of those latter times. There is a cold gust picking up velocity in America that is chapping the lips and chafing the faces of citizens across our nation’s landscape.
Someone Else…
1,780.5 miles to go.
Someone Else. This is a man or woman most of us can relate to and he or she is running for president in 2012. Someone Else. He or she has no desire to achieve mediocrity as an ultimate goal or to compromise American principles for the mess we have collectively allowed our nation to become over a time too long to recognize until now. Someone Else will not capitalize on how weak and un-American this nation has become or attempt to make it something it is not amidst its vulnerability.
The problems we now face are the consequence of a slow, almost unnoticeable demise, decade by decade, of not addressing important issues when they initially present themselves. It is like staring at a clock; you never actually see the hour hand or the minute hand move no matter how long you stare at the arms they are attached to. Impatient and obligated by more important things to do, we all avert our eyes and get on with our lives, ignoring the recurring seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months and years.
Time is captured in untimely glimpses and unpredictable moments you don’t ask for. Sometimes they are blessings and other times they are slaps in the face that demand attention. Now is one of those latter times. There is a cold gust picking up velocity in America that is chapping the lips and chafing the faces of citizens across our nation’s landscape.
Someone Else…
1,780.5 miles to go.
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