It seems such a travesty
To flee the very grace
That seeks us with earnest ferver
Enhancement and chiseling
Sometimes also softening
The very definition
Of our short evolution

Are we so shallow
That warding off
What is to be is all we know?

Age, our blessed fate
Is not a foe, but a gift
For without it we are
Unfulfilled, incomplete
Forever young, but never
All we were meant to be

This seems to be the year of awakening...

The time has come!

To stand up to injustice

To join our brothers and sisters in the face of their struggle

To end modern day slavery 

To stop turning a blind eye and start embracing awareness

To reduce our footprint

To LIVE 

To LOVE

To make this the generation that begins the transformation of our future