Sometimes we lose all of the time. Over and over again and we cannot figure out how to stand up. Then comes a moment when we choose to reach toward love. Handing out our heart to those things that matter to the depths of our person. Then we ignite a light within the spirit of choice. We stand out and shout out, I am here! I am all in for this life.
Let me be the underdog, but let me continue to play. Whether I warm the bench, I continue to practice a catch and run toward life. Yes, there are times when thoughts flood in and burn away all hope. Yet deep within the soul of the earth, there is a beat that is moving life along.
All the things I care about have taken on a new fight, I know there is a great deal of trekking towards each step along the way. But I feel the pulse for the work that matters. For many years, I turned a blind eye to the ugliness of the garment industry. I let it live. I thought that I had to accept the ugly in order to fight for good.
I was fooled. Ugliness is never an excuse to let sweatshops of America live on in modern days. The garment workers matter and so does a work that does not have to break the backs of its workers. Instead of fighting a broken system, I found others with a spirit for change and we began to change our rules for a new way.