Life skills. A course in school I’d found to be useless. But, today, we did something besides wandering through unclear topics. We had a workshop on social justice called: Blowin in the Wind.

Mrs. Hawk read us a book of that title, which had the lyrics of Bob Dylan’s song: Blowin in the Wind as the text. It was illustrated, beautiful paintings, children being the main characters.

How many roads must a man walk down,
before you call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove fly,
before she sleeps in the sand?
And how many times must a cannon ball fly,
before they’re forever banned?

The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,
the answer is blowing in the wind.

How many years can a mountain exist,
before it is washed to the sea?
How many years can some people exist,
before they’re allowed to be free?
And how many times can a man turn his head,
and pretend that he just doesn’t see?

The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,
the answer is blowing in the wind.

How many times must a man look up,
before he sees the sky?
And how many ears must one man have,
before he can hear people cry ?
And how many deaths will it take till we know,
that too many people have died?

The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,
the answer is blowing in the wind.

The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,
the answer is blowing in the wind.

Why is it that a man must conquer quests to be equal to those who knew of no such challenges? How many times can a man turn his head and pretend he doesn’t see? That question struck me. We see something bad happening we turn our heads, because it’s not our problem, right? No. We talked about this, why we turn away from those in need., why we cannot hear those around us cry, if it doesn’t concern us, we pretend it does not exist.

The teacher passed out paper, and told us to answer a question on it. We could make up the question, but I chose one that was written on the board, Why do we fight each other? I folded my paper into a paper airplane, my answer filling the entire sheet. Because, the songs says the answer is blowing in the wind, the truth is all around us, just take yours fingers to the breath, and catch an airplane.

I threw my plane, and watched it spiral and glide. Maybe it’ll reach someone, who can say?

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