For me– it is the realization that I cannot save the world.
The world is neither time nor money.
For me– it is that thing in front of me:
The man in prison for a horrible crime
who has become my brother
My neighbor’s sons who talk football to me
over the back fence
The yellow jackets who have made their home by my deck
All the things I say I don’t have time to do but really
don’t have time to don’t do
For me– it is the joy of being alive
For me– it is the living
I clock this in at 99 words. I wonder what I missed.
“How to Save the World in 100 Words,” N. Giovanni