8H Project

#14

Posted in Text by Ben on April 15, 2011

The only help he could offer, he told me, was to advise me in relation to his clientele, if there was anyone interested in this and could help me. Further than that I was on my own. But I knew where to go now.
I wanted to talk. I wanted to talk in front of millions. I’d settle for simple ideas at first though, as with the ideas I could get somewhere, whereas without anything there was nowhere to go. I wanted to help people.
I looked back down at my newspaper. The front page was covered with revolution, when I looked closely inside I saw many countries having this kind of uprising happening. An uprising would be good, but how could one start one of those in a democratic country about simply the environment or the people in the country? A revolution about the open space of the world or just the city could be on the horizon. That was my hope, my dream, my wish.
My goal.

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