a cause

Lately I’ve been pining for a Cause. Something that really boils my blood, fires me up. I really, REALLY admire people who are extremely passionate a cause or injustice. But said cause or injustice can’t really be randomly selected. You can’t quite just go grab one at Forever 21. I think it usually emerges in young adulthood because of things linked to your personal life, your family, the environment in which you grow up. I’ve had a great life. I hate that this weirdly pisses me off sometimes. Not that I’m DISpassionate, there are certainly things I care about – but the making of a good play – I wouldn’t exactly call this selfless activism or empathy. Or, in some way, is this my cause? Are we not meant to use our powers, whatever they are, and for good?

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