Random Ramblings

Friday, March 03, 2006

I feeling a little....feely(?) today. I'm not sure if that's a word, but it works. I'm not exactly emotional, or nostalgic, or maybe I'm both with something else mixed in. Last night I went to Paragon Night at Bingham Arts Academy. I have multiple nephews(both blood and 'adopted') that attend school there. They closed the evening with a song about everyone around the world celebrating in their own cultures, and that it was ok, but wouldn't it be nice if the whole world could celebrate one thing together. And I thought 'wow, isn't that an amazing idea'. But beyond that is the fact that here was this whole new generation singing about an ideal that I hope stays with them through their lives. Can you imagine a generation running this planet that didn't grow up with a fear of a cold war or nuclear missiles? No 'drop and cover' training, and (at this point, and at least in this country) no depression. To grow up in a world where technology is so advanced and the exchange of ideas happens every millisecond across the globe. It gives me hope. It should give all of us hope. It should also give us all determination to do what we can to raise this generation without racism, bigotry, and hate. Can you imagine your grandchildren and great-grandchildren looking at our planet now with the remote horror that we look at the dark ages with. Can you imagine them, trying to imagine our world as it is now, with no peace, and hundreds of wars being waged between tribes, villages, and countries? What a beautiful thought...

1 Comments:

  • I felt the same way. Funny how you can be sitting next to someone, experiencing the same presentation and thinking similar thoughts yet not communicate it. I wonder how many others around us felt the same. How many are having this silent communication within themselves, and then, how many just didn't get it. I hope you recorded that song. I'd love to have a copy. Just to get that goosbumplie feeling again.

    By Blogger Angela, at 2:00 PM  

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