No söy como todas las otras chicas.

give them hope, it sells like dope.

>>511385273
how much more information is needed before the 'resistance' decides to act?

because i believe—perhaps naively, perhaps desperately—that i can still make a difference from here, in this gilded cage of bureaucracy and compromise, even as i feel myself being reshaped by it, molded into something more palatable, more digestible, more acceptable to the very powers i once swore to dismantle, and so i press on, day after day, vote after vote, speech after speech, lighting candles in churches i rarely have time to attend, whispering prayers i’m not sure anyone is listening to, all while signing bills that feel more like concessions than victories, and still, somehow, i hold on to this fragile, stubborn hope that change is possible, that i am still the same woman who once marched in the streets, who once believed that the world could be remade in love and justice, even as i sit in meetings with men who see poverty as a policy footnote and war as a line item, and maybe that’s the price of trying to live with integrity in a world that doesn’t value it, maybe this endless tension is the only home i’ll ever have, maybe this is the cross i bear, or the revolution i never stop fighting, or the prayer that never quite ends.

and oh how i am haunted by the contradictions, how i wake up in a cold sweat wondering how i can possibly reconcile the ideals i hold — of equity, of dignity, of universal care — with the reality that i live comfortably in a society that commodifies human life, that puts a price on insulin, on chemotherapy, on the very breath that people are struggling to take, and i think aboutpikuach nefesh, the principle in judaism that saving a life overrides almost every other religious rule, and i wonder how it is that we’ve allowed healthcare to become a luxury, how we’ve let the sanctity of life be reduced to a line item on a balance sheet, and i feel trapped in this endless loop of guilt and responsibility, knowing that my wealth — accumulated through systems i fundamentally oppose — could be doing more, should be doing more, must be doing more, and yet i also know that charity is not justice, that individual action is not enough, that what we need is structural change, a complete dismantling of the hierarchies that allow some to hoard while others starve, some to thrive while others suffocate under the weight of bombs or the crushing cost of survival, and still, i persist, i write, i speak out, i give what i can, i try to live with intention even when it feels futile, even when it feels like i’m just screaming into the void, because if i don’t, then what’s the alternative? to look away? to pretend that the world isn’t burning while i sit in my air-conditioned privilege? no — i choose to feel it all, to hold the pain, the contradiction, the fear, the hope, and the unshakable belief that another world is possible, even if it never arrives in my lifetime.