Hegemony and me pt. 3...The all of me

Relax and ease the foot off the pedal. The ride is almost done, the journey complete, the ideals over. Finally. Eight years gone, the hopes of brighter fading into the diaspora. I remember the grey clouds of the bright september day. The plume of dust dissipating into the atmosphere and what have we left here? There were words spoken by a young man at one time. He spoke of a humbleness that a great nation should have in dealing with other nations. A hand across the table is always stable.

Then there was the gut instinct and the promise of consideration. Were the years of my early adulthood sold out to an impossible dream? How close was I to the end of me? I stood in the desert of Mexico but could I have stood in another desert. Sure physically, but knowing truly that it wouldn't be the all of me.

Where does the power go now? There was a chance for respectability and a unique way to offer the truth of a higher authority. Oh how through the hands of men the screw was turned the wrong way and now history is the only hope for vindication. Eight years of rhetoric spurned into a hazy delirium. It's hard to express my frustration.

Now I see what is important. I find that the hegemony only wants what's best for the hegemony. To go along with that mind frame is poison. If being on the outside is reserved for me then let it be.

There was a story I heard somewhere. Ralph Waldo Emerson went to visit Thoreau in his cabin in the woods near Walden pond. Emerson asked Thoreau, "What are you doing in this cabin Henry?" Henry replied, "The question is not what am I doing here, it's what are you doing out there?"