just a thought

as i drink my morning glass of milk, i am reminded of a countless days growing up - through school and undergrad when i'd refuse to drink a sip of milk without something to give it some flavor. today, there is a supreme pleasure in drinking it unadulterated (though if there are artificial ingredients in it, i suppose i just do not see them), in its original form: white and beautiful. it is a pleasure to see that some things do change, that we do break down some walls. it gives me hope.