“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”

That question is a line from a poem written by Mary Oliver.

And it’s a question that often circulate in my mind. So often I have an aching and yearning, I know not of what. Just for something more than what my life looks like now. But how are you supposed to mend that aching, urging, craving, without knowing the cure?

How is it that human beings always want their life to be extraordinary? To have meant something? Because I’m right to think that most human beings want that? Or is it just me that want that? I want my life to have meant something to other human beings. To our planet. To the future.

“When it’s over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it is over, I don’t want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.

I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.”
― Mary Oliver

 

If you were given the ability to reform how your country’s leaders were chosen and how they serve, what would you change?

So, no secret, I absolutely hate today’s politicians. Instead of serving the people they only want to serve themselves. When did that happen? Or has it always been that way?

I think I would change the way our politicians are elected to be just like a lottery instead. If you got picked you have to serve for maybe four years and then after that time new persons are picked by a new lottery. I think that would eliminate corruption.

Of course this is not fool-proof way but I’m so sick of so-called “leaders” claiming to have the best interest for their people when all they think about is to fill their on pockets.

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