Some people like the feel of sand between their toes or to walk in the moist morning grass. Some like to feel the heat of a warm bath as they first step in or the chill of the ocean's tide. I love the feel of snow beneath my feet. Now, I'm a little nuts and yes I took my shoes off for a second, but that's not what I mean. I love the feeling and the sound of that fresh snow, just as it's falling. The middle of the night when there are no sounds, but the crunch of it as you take your first step. It's as if there is nothing else in the world, but you and the snow. I love watching it float down through a street lite and the bright reflection off the ground. Untouched by any cars, it blankets the street. The only other moments serene as this, are when one wakes to a morning drizzle from an outdoor porch, the gentle crackle of a dying fire or watching a loved one sleep. There are so few simple pleasure in life as these. They remind us, well me, that no matter what, life is worth living.
This was a post I wrote on Facebook after surprisingly not seeing any moaning about the Documentary by Jose Antonio Vargas, titled White People Dayyum! I just scrolled my timeline and not a single white person got their feelings hurt by White People. I unfortunately haven't seen it, but the number of fake accounts that popped up on twitter, tells me it was a damn good show. Here's the thing. If someone of color aka non-white says "White Privilege," are you offended? If you said yes, then you are exhibiting white privilege. It has nothing to do with how hard you work or study, how you stayed out of trouble, because here's the thing, that is entirely the point. Somewhere out there, there are 100 Black, Spanish, Native American, Arab, Asian, who worked and studied as hard as you and never got in trouble, but they don't have what you "earned" or achieved. Stop looking at the one person you know who isn't white that achieved as your benchmark. Loo...
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