justice.

i have been thinking and talking a lot about justice lately. what does it truly mean, what does that look like in different cultures, what does it look like in my own life. i was talking with a friend about these concepts, and she offered a huge pill. im not sure if i am ready to swallow it, but i want to be. i see it on the counter, and i find myself continually coming back to it, wondering, can i take it, because once taken, there is no going back.

and what is this pill, you are asking?

it is this. the concept that if i fight for and strive for justice in the world, then i must be willing to welcome and accept justice in my own life.

easily said, by no means easily done.

i think to myself, sure, i could deal with justice in my own life. but when i think about that, it means owning whatever it might be that my actions produce. not always easy, and often easily surpassed.

so i continue to look at this pill. and work my way towards swallowing it, because i want to fully say yes i seek justice in this world, and yes i live justice out in my own life as well.