i call myself an optimistic realist. i hope for the best and realize realistic possibilities. sometimes i worry about the human race. i see how destructive we can be, how hateful we can be towards our own kind. i see us a step away from utter self-destruction, then in the next moment i see the kind of tenderness that can move mountains. we're such complexly simple creatures. i see people standing on street corners and i wonder what choices they made that put them in their current situation. all the while realizing that i could be a few unfavorable choices away from moving into my own cardboard box. we have to understand that the ghetto kid in watts is just as much a part of us as the woman running for congress in new york. when will we wake up? when will we realize that we are all woven together into the fabric of life? we're in this thing together... today i had a conversation with a stranger on the sidewalk. i made her laugh and it made my day. 338/365 #1 - thanks!