What keeps me awake at night
is not the state of the world,
or even my own personal drama.
What keeps me up is my indifference
and feeling helpless in a culture that
values human beings as consumers and producers.
I both hate and love capitalism.
I disgust myself with my own chosen
existence to ignore how my own comforts are based on the oppression of others.
I have the insomnia blues, who knows
maybe I’ll learn to care tomorrow.
Letters To A Young Spiritual Seeker 