The holidays don't feel the same anymore and yet there is a pull of tradition and history which brings us back to the child with the innocent view of their world and its undiscovered potential; to the time before our eyes were fully opened.

Perhaps I have seen too much and today I battle a muted cynicism which has been instilled in me through lived experience. I suppress the temptation to rage against the clear injustices of the world and the forces which keep all types of minorities oppressed simply because they can be. The eternal struggle of the powerful and the powerless will always be with us.
When the next 10 months are up, I need a period of rest and reflection to figure out how I want to live the rest of my life.


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