A few weeks ago, protests broke out in Taksim Square in Istanbul, Turkey over the proposed removal of a few trees, and the reduction of the size of the park. Thousands of demonstrators clashed with police, hurled rocks at government buildings, and created an atmosphere where people began to seriously question the stability of Turkey.
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The idea that your ideas are wrong simply because I may not agree is ludicrous. That is what pluralism is – exclusivity is overrated.
We’ve become a nation where I must be right and you must be wrong. Rather than finding common ground and working together, we work against each other. We limit ourselves not by the ideas we share, but by the ideas that separate us.
Lately I’ve been tweeting a lot more and not really posting on here, but the more I think about it, the more I realize I need to get back to blogging. The expression of substantive though is really restricted on twitter. The idea of fitting an entire thought into a 140 characters is impossible. So here we go we some thoughts…
The death of a loved one reminds you of your own mortality, of your own limitations, of your own weaknesses. It reminds us to stop and reflect, to realize that this world is temporary, and to appreciate everyone we have in our lives. Above all else, death helps puts things in perspective, it helps you realize who really matters in your life and it really makes you reflect on your own life.
I have always been a very proud American. Though I am a first generation immigrant, I came to the United States at the age of two. The United States is everything I have ever known. I have not lived in another country that I can remember and thus I truly consider myself to be American. I define what it means to be American; I’m educated, I’m active in the community and I give back in charity when I can. I embody what it means to be an American. My desire to work for the x comes from my desire to serve my country.