Light Bulbs for Burma

Love is love no matter who it comes from. I’m not talking about the lust that passes for love now a day but love the stuff you read about in books, the stuff of legend that has supposedly died a long time ago with chivalry. The friendly smile from American to fellow American, the hugs from teenager to teenager, from religion to religion, from person to person, from soul to soul. There is only one way to cure the world and that is through acceptance and understanding. Call me a hippie call me a fucking tree hugger call me whatever you like but hate only brings violence and violence brings pain, and pain brings only more hate. It’s a viscous cycle that will never end until the world sees that peace is the only way to improve what’s happening to our world. Things on earth are getting worse and no one has the guts to stop it, it won’t happen in my life time but I won’t give up. We live and we die, there is no changing that but what we do in between is what matters the most. Each person has a choice, to help or to ignore, to love or to hate. One person can’t save the world, not in one life time will this be cured. But just remember the choice is there reach out and take it, it’s yours.