Has to be more

My grandmother was born and raised in a small town in Georgia. 

No street lights. 

Everyone knew each other.

And you could count on your fingers all the police officers and firefighters. 

She often used to say to herself..

“There has to be more than this.”

And so the day after she graduated high school she moved to NYC. 

Lately I’ve been reading a lot about over consumption and people living in extreme poverty. 

What a deadly combo to engage in. 

Reading up on these topics has drastically changed me. 

In short, I don’t care about the things I used to care about.

The sneakers, the clothes, the latest, the greatest. 

I do not care.

Somehow I’ve realized what my grandmother realized over 60 years ago. 

There has to be more than this.