Was he asking for too much? All he wanted was someone to share the little things in life with. It was in the simplest of moments when he would occasionally notice the solitude of his reality. Perhaps he would find himself experimenting with an award winning dish late at night, the sultry notes of "Fire and Desire" by Rick James gently filled the tavern lit room & set the mood for two.

I am almost certain that I have ruined the whitewall tires of my near vantablack 1963 split window Corvette. I have been driving on them for days and have certainly surpassed their recommend mileage. I viscously assault the brakes, my car comes screeching to a halt. A plume of dust hides my existence from the world as I swerve off the corkscrew coastal highway into a gravel outcrop that overlooks an abyss of water slowly consuming the setting sun.

I am white. I will not stand by, nor will I deny my responsibility for the injustice that exists as a result of our people's doing. What right did we have to violently steal this land from peaceful people? Who gave us the power to destroy the cultures and families that we pitted against one another. How alone did we feel when we separated families and exchanged their loved ones as commodities? What made us laugh when we hung strange fruit from the poplar trees? Why didn't we learn when we murdered Trayvon Martin? Do you accept the reality of how we have chosen to treat the human beings we forced to build our "great nation?"

How foreign to be writing a letter in 2020. It is slower, the pen travels across the paper in a way that allows your mind the opportunity to think more carefully about that which tattoos the paper I place my ink filled pen upon. The simplicity associated with this particular act creates a mental phenomenon that when examined more closely asks me to look deeply at the direction in which our generation is headed.

Calloused fingers of work worn hands trek ever so softly atop a mountainous chain anchored with her back. Like velvet is her soft porcelain skin when touched. Birthmark by birthmark you explore every inch of a body seemingly sculpted by Michelangelo.

Throat sore, scorched by Menthol Marlboro he stands alone. A work worn boot on his left foot is anchored to a group of porous terracotta rectangles, he's outside his cherished liquor store. Long has it been since he last felt upward curl of his untouched, now desquamating lips.

Does It not puzzle you? The complexity that is representational of human life. In conscious thought observation with regard to the reflection of thought on and of each individual human life a prominent realization surfaces; realization that each human life whether present or un-present within your own or others be equally complex to the life you yourself live. In a more refined way this is simply to say that the complexity of your life is un-unique; for every other life outside your own be equally complex to yours. It is this equally shared complexity among all lives that be most fascinating when thought about in a truly conscientious way. Furthermore, it becomes of great importance to realize that the complexity being discussed be not that of one's societal position and associated struggle(s) but, rather, the complexity that comes with life itself, the complexity involved in the process of living a life. For any living being to exist (continue to live) within a state of life they must bind themselves fully to all of life’s complexity, a complexity derived from each moment life be experienced. Complexity only builds with age; therefore, as age continues its constant progression, the complexity of which be derived from a constant life experience be layered further, only ceasing in our death event.

I have a friend, each day he goes to the local Starbucks around the same time, orders his usual, and continues about the remainder of his day with little concern of the decisions he makes. For him, his actions remain similar each day for he continually makes similar decisions, in turn, he rarely considers the implications of his actions. I have another friend whose schedule is less structured, each decision he makes is thought about carefully; he assesses the pros, cons and the ethical impact of a majority of his decisions. The point? Every individual who comprises our global society makes decisions daily; some consider their decisions carefully, others consider their decisions with less care. Regardless of our decisions and the extent to which we consider them each one made concerns itself on some level with that which is good, bad, right, wrong, and moral. Our decisions also affect another’s or others well being, as a result, the actions which accompany our decisions are either just or unjust based on their impact.