When people see different races or ethnicity, I see humans.
Sifting through memory lane has reminded me of who I was and has somewhat helped solidify the image of the person I believe I can be.
This is the culture that social media has created spurred on by anonymity and virtual distance. Anyone can be anyone or someone else.
For all the days the future may hold, let this one stand exceptionally significant to someone as special as you.
Friends are the Family you choose.
Today I was prompted by Google Maps to look at the places I visited which may have been based on my past GPS pings (scary).
Hearing them recount their experiences had me wondering if society and their environment could have contributed to their past mistakes. It makes you wonder if criminals were born or made.
Let us strive to achieve awareness and a sense of environmental responsibility so that there are more of us protecting the natural world for everyone to enjoy.
So I booted my laptop, powered the electric kettle, and tore a sachet of that vile powdered chemical they call 3-in-1 coffee mix–a disgrace to actual coffee.
If you do not mind my attempt at S. Holmes–through careful and ingenious deduction, my dear Diary, I have come to a very elementary conclusion that these series of Likes and Follows are nothing short of a marketing plot.
Reminds you of a movie crime scene where the detective stares at the victim while holding a cup of joe. Then a police officer approaches him; a notebook in hand. “There was a struggle says one of the witnesses.”
June returned to his senses. Picked up the trash and smiled weakly as he stood back up. He then frowned at the thought that another life had to be taken.