At certain times of year, its end, I think and feel for those I love with even greater force.
On this my shortest day of year I send my love to those whose lives have touched me, make me better, good, and well.
I share my love, not driven by my interest, but for the care of love.
I love on this my shortest day, through longest night I love, alone, and with.
I am not good at pretending. If I like a thing, it is easy for others to know, and the same is true for those things I dislike. With art and objects it is especially so. This is not to say I am consistent. I often change my mind about a thing I hear, see or touch as I come to know it over time. Nevertheless, my initial response when giving and receiving: whether I like something or not, has emotional significance.
When others experience my work and feel little or nothing, there is no fault, no intended hurt, yet hurt.
The democracy where I live is in crisis because of the temptation of personal gain, and the refusal of its leaders to respect the views of others. Their anxiety and disdain of those different to them inevitably led to this dark place. Their casual deceit at every turn injures their office and government.
No matter our deepest acrimony, I offer my hand, I lend my ears, I speak my mind.
Democracy fails as I fail: through fear of others I fear myself.
William Shakespeare
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Think This Today is the creation of Mike de Sousa, an artist, writer, and composer.