Who Has The Power?
I had this deep deep, who knows where it came from feeling, from the time I was conscious of my thoughts, that the problem with the world is that people's power is kept away from them.
When I observed people, I saw that they had very little control over what they did on any given day.
It seemed that their day was scripted, and most of what they did, I would not choose to do.
In my family, for example, it seemed scripted to wait for my mother to come home, bring groceries, cook them while we were hanging out, eat and then watch TV.
On Sundays we would go out to eat, often, or eat at home, but go out for dessert.
I was born with an imperfect digestive system, maybe because I was a preemie, was born with a two-pound body weight, less than a loaf of bread, a bottle of milk, tiny.
Then my mother refused to feed me by holding me to her breath, though I did get pumped breast milk...
I had colic, I vomited, I was an overall pain in my mother's but. I
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