It's a DuBarr Thing

If you want to change something about the world then you need to start a campaign.  Get involved.  Vote.  There is power in numbers so make your speech publicly and get your community behind you.  Voting is so important.  People say to me "why should I vote it's not going to matter because they fix it to their liking anyway". Well in response to that I will say that it is very possible the government fixes it to their liking because they have the opportunity when the amount of people who actually understand and care about voting decreases every year.  So many people I meet over the years don't give a shit about voting and then complain over certain rules, regulations, and laws.  One person can change the world but first you have to change their minds.  If anything is fixed it's because there isn't enough people paying attention.  When people realize that the constitution is in place for the purpose of reason and fairness in the world they'll see why voting

  I have the upmost respect for split parents who can still be friendly out of respect for their children. Those are the people that really think about how greatly affected our kids are by our behavior and attitude. You see, the way I feel about it is: to even first have a child, in most cases, two people got a long enough time to make a baby. It's likely that two people had a good time together at one point. Whether it was a one night stand or a whole relationship, two people enjoyed enough of each other to have sex so what in the actual fuck is the problem? Why can't you get along for the sake of your children? Why does it always have to result in chaos? If it's been established that the relationship is not working whether it be for one or both parties agreeing, there is no reason why you can't set those differences aside, leave them in the past, and let them go.  If one says they're not happy there is no way the other doesn't feel it and become unhappy as wel

  Under this silence lies a stance, the silence hurts more than learning reality. It's happened before, choosing ignorance over honesty and again here I sit. Waiting and wondering just how long you want to keep this peace? How cruel do you intend to be? With each passing day frustration burns through my veins and my impatience ignites a fire.  Looking down, my hands cover my face and with a breath I whisper "but I've got to be a mom".  Yet, maybe this is good for me and all I would need. For if I didn't it's likely this place would burn in flames.  Tight wrinkles of my forehead while my eyes look for answers, I'm more worried and confused because you've got to have something to say? Expressing yourself comes foreign, you'd rather stray from me while sorting your thoughts. Emotionless and without empathy you can't see just how much your silence is killing me. Actions prove who someone is.  Words just prove who they pretend to be.

 Imagine being 90 years old looking back at a life gone so fast.   You've buried a few peers, maybe even a child or two. A brother or a sister have joined your mother and father. You're trying to enjoy however long the rest of your life is. Your children have done had their kids. And on you're on your front porch or in your recliner. It's a wonder what happened?  What's next?