huff and puff

J2 rails at the inequality and iniquity that abound between the covers of her history book. do i not see? am i not angered? have i stopped caring? no, i have not, i say. time was when her mother was a bundle of righteous indignation too. but with time, primary colors acquire shades, and the larger picture becomes a beautiful confusing kaleidoscope. if i had stopped caring, i would not rejoice in your caring now, i want to tell her. only, child, remember that humans are a depraved lot, all of us, and choose your battles wisely. also, remember that we are an imperfect lot, and none of us has the correct answer.