A series of vignettes
Irony, for my life is not a Greek Tragedy. I thought it was and although I still scorn gyros and the very sound of the language, my life is not a tragedy. I tend to believe I am a forward thinking and open individual therefore overcoming this hatred I have let fester inside of me is no easy feat, but must be done. Not for anyone else, but myself. Because I can be better than the hate of others. And I believe I have. I have overcome the hate, the prejudice, the ignorance. And then the Wombats released their single “Greek Tragedy” and it fit so beautifully to my autumn promenade. A reminder of my growth and my love for myself.