when i’m an old man

i rarely think of the future, but sometimes i dream. i shall, of course, wear purple. but, above all else, i dream of a place so much better that people will criticise me for prejudices we haven’t even begun to imagine.

this is why i fight for tomorrow. for a better future. a future that will cancel me and all other progressives—we have been rendered conservative, hopefully obsolete.

there is nothing that we owe to anyone, but we choose to indebt ourselves to those that will never to come to know us. it is our duty to leave them a home that’s habitable, peaceful, and ever-ascendant. there is no meaning to life, but we choose to make it our mission to leave a better world behind.