an epiphany.

I'm not so sure i can change the world or lead these people. I'm unable project my heart loud enough for coats and ties to care, and I can't feed all the mouths that I would like to. I can't tear down the all walls i'm suppose to or teach all the cold hearts how to be warm.

I know for a fact that I cannot do these things.

However, I'm convinced that we can.

Tie your blindfold, darlin; It's nearly time to jump.

so when all else fails..

"For it is a fire that, kindling its first embers in the narrow nook of a
private bosom, caught from a wandering spark out of another private heart, glows
and enlarges until it warms and beams upon multitudes of men and women, upon the
universal heart of all, and so lights up the whole world and all nature with its
generous flames. "

that's a bit from Emerson's essay on love. he was referring to it in the romantical sense at that point.

i feel that it's something to strive for, lovey-dovey or not.