Thinking of Thoughts

              When looking out the window, I often imagine what it must have been like to have lived in the time of Ghandi. What I'm aching to see is the revolutionary nonviolence, peaceful protesting, and hope in people's eyes. But the people I see now are dull and broken; their voice stuck in their throats and their minds in outer space. Your Majesty, Ghandi, as it were, was a true leader amongst men; however, in our desperate times for change we've ironically forgotten the valuable lessons that he taught us. In other words, this grand, intelligent, leader has become is simply a man with vision, ideals, and an instinct for humanity. The physical punishment that goes with violence is greatly underplayed. Shootings are greatly understated in many countries due to the government trying to keep it all under wraps. The safe environment of our own hometown keeps us sheltered from all the suffering and pain that happens all around us all the time. People are rarely truly thinking, they show their ignorance by laughing at others. Others might argue that violence is the quickest method for change, but that is no matter. Change through such a means is always short lived and fake; a cowardly method for those with no greater plans. The world continues to hinge upon such methods, however, with wars still being fought around the world; a game of ping-pong for losers. There is no finish, just the sound of the rallying of bullets bouncing off of one another. In the end all will be lost, the earth a cavern filled with the corpses of billions who once had hope in their eyes.