I am passive aggressive. That is a quality I both love an hate about myself. There are times I wish I cared more, but the reality is I can't, and that's because I never had anything to really care about. That's not to say I'm a bad person, cold and excessively tranquil at times perhaps, but not bad. I can't force myself to feel something I don't feel. I'm an honest person, which makes it even more difficult for me to try to lie to myself.
Sometimes I feel like our culture is dying with our parents and grandparents. They are the bridge that links us to our past. Though it seems we have built a wall in our mind, to deter any flow of their old fashioned and outdated principles; you know, the stuff we have to pass down to our kids? Is it because we don't know or understand? Do we want to? We don't know what it means to overcome war, hunger, live off the land and not know where we're going to end up tomorrow. What I value is the fact that they had purpose, a sense of unity, a common strug