As the clock has passed the noon hour here, I feel the physical hunger of having not eaten yet. I have struggled all morning on what to write about. Wanting desperately to share about something of which I am grateful but what? I am deeply thankful for so much in my life, how do I narrow it down to a single topic? Then as I poured the last cup of coffee from the pot and my belly grumbled over having been made to wait, I made the decision. Hunger, being hungry.
Now while I am hungry for physical nourishment, that isn’t where I am attempting to go with this write. It is that not only of myself, but all of us should have a hunger, that strong desire or craving for different. I believe in a sense, we all have that hunger, we simply don’t know what to do with it or how to make it useful. As I sit here, pondering the topic, considering all of the things of which I hold a hunger, I contemplate many questions.
What do I hold a hunger for in my life? For society around me I hunger for truth. For the light that will shine on the darkness, brightening every corner where lies reside. That what was once hidden, will be brought out and we can move forward, healing and correcting. That the history of the world that has been twisted and warped will be corrected and we can understand and work toward making the wrongs right. That our hearts will hunger for that to the point where it becomes a movement and force that cannot be stopped.
I cannot help but believe that once the secrets have been uncovered and proven to be what they are- lies, a great difference will be made. The important thing to mention here, is I am not meaning to say it is all political. Lies can and do come from all directions and many sources. In the end, the purpose is the same, control.
I hunger for good health, for myself and for humanity. Not only physical, but mental and emotional also. That we find the ways that will bring that back to us and implement those methods. Through proper exercise, through education, feeding our body, heart and mind the right things.
I hunger for compassion for all. We are all different, we are meant to be different. Each of us an important piece of the puzzle of life. Separate we are but one part, together we are the whole. Each of us a color, shape, design that is individual and special. Important and necessary to make the final picture whole and complete.
I hunger for a time when we stop judging and start acting. We reach out to others who are in need. I see it happening, but it is a movement that needs more strength, more participation, more heart. With every eye opened, every heart touched, every hand that reaches out to life up another, it is growing.
I hunger for peace among us. A time when we stop battling each other, and battle the enemy seeking to divide us. The enemy seeking to tear us down and keep us there.
I hunger for a time when we will seek to build. I hunger for a time when we will seek to make and be better. I hunger for a time when we will seek to learn and to educate. I hunger for better. I hunger for much, I hunger for others to join me. And I am not ashamed.