I march for those who have died because someone else lacked that compassion and empathy and desire to understand that even though we may look and express ourselves differently, we are still one human tribe.
I march for the strength, faith and hope needed to fight injustice, I march for you. I march for those without equality, dignity and peace, I march for you. I march for those who are not ready, able or strong, I march for you.
I want to be out of my mind, talk to myself in epitaphs, measure success with hysteric laughs, eat pie and dance in the afternoon rain of my failure to complete, never become neat, or anything close to perfect.
We all want to be led by the voice of wisdom that lives in our bones, we all desire to engage with life using the gift of keen intuition to connect us with realities that go deeper than what the naked eye can see.