dead trees and numb hands

as i sit in a small town in georgia my mind flutters with the history of this place. its a town that honors the men who have fallen on its fields. men who stood for their beliefs and gave their blood for something greater than them.

they say history repeats itself. this war so long ago still holds the same theme that everyone encounters in their lifetime; the dilemma between conservation and change. the confederacy stood for conservation of their culture and the notion of change sparked a war that changed everything. the civil war epitomizes the freedom we all hold sacred.

we cannot "throw stones" however, everyone fears change in some aspect; even if the change itself is most beneficial. they wanted to conserve slavery, but we all have our vices. slavery is wrong but we have all been wrong before. i fear everyday life has blinded me to see what is really going on in my life. i am in the best years of my life and then notion that this will one day change is very realistic and very frightening. we all live in our comfort zones and a change for anything is very threatening. we are all at war within ourselves.

this is a town of dead trees and numb hands. the trees are the past which can never be changed. the hands are the present which blinds us of the past. this is a country of dead trees and numb hands.