My grandma's in the hospital. Once in a while I'd think about what would happen if she got sick one day, and then passed away; as most grandma's do. But not my grandma, no, she's always there. She's that mountain in your mountain view that always looks the same as the day before. The one you always want to see up close one day, but for now, you just admire it from far away. You never expect that anything could or would change. But dear Gaya, things change, and you are learning this more every day.
Change. Those annoying pennies that are always lying around, global warming, a new hair color or maybe change like Ghandi. Change that alters our soul, our future and our world. I don't think im alone when i say that the world needs to change. The fact that somewhere as im writing this sentence a child's stomach is empty, while mine certainly is not. How can so many people with the ability to make a difference, not? How can i simply live in my comfortable life with out a desire to create social change? I can't. Im finished with sitting on facebook, the same way Jay-Z is finished with Autotune. I don't know how to write a rap or start a recording label so I decided to write a blog instead.
