I haven't written for a while; there's been vacation, general busyness, normal life, and a non-specific apathy.
It's something we take for granted--those first-world problems of ours. That being said, I'm grateful I am able/allowed/enabled to take advantage of my first-world life, and share my thoughts with you.
It's good to take breaks from the computer, from social media. It's good to not think; not think about the things in the world that you cannot control, the people you cannot convince no matter what. It's good to think about your family and your friends and how good life, in general, can be. That may be in the form of meandering thoughts, or it can be as specific as writing that gratitude down on paper. Taking that break and going out into nature--that's as good as it gets, in my opinion. It's hard to be troubled by the weight of the world when you're watching water dribble over stones, or look into the trees to spot the sunlight and the shadows.
But then you return to reality.
The reality of people in this world who are risking their lives to get to another country because life in their homeland is so much more risky. The reality, while we cannot personally witness it from our comfortable homes, hits us with photos of drowned toddlers and pregnant women, captured on film gasping for air after having been teargassed.
The reality of racism. The reality of those whose white privilege is much a part of their being that they cannot even fathom that they are racist, that racism exists, and that there is a GREAT need to do somethings--many somethings--about it. Yes, I'm talking about you--you who feel compelled to state " #AllLivesMatter " without stopping for a moment to think about what is driving the " @BlackLivesMatter " movement.
The reality of mass shooting after mass shooting in this land of plenty and beauty; it's so jarring, and so unreal that there are those among us who will deny the roots of this evil because it hasn't yet happened to them...yet. And, when gun violence DOES happen to them, in whatever form, they will be shocked...SHOCKED...that it could happen in their little world, in their safe space. They will then be spurred into action, to tearfully call for something, ANYTHING, to be done, but it will be too late, for they will already have lost someone dear to the death that comes out of the end of a barrel of a gun.
You return to the reality of a nation that has so much, that can do so much, that can contribute so much to the rest of the world, and yet that very nation is so fragmented and uncivil, so uncaring and so unthinking that its' political system is broken, and the rest of the world looks on with stunned incredulity.
Some days, it's just too hard to care; there's just too much to care about.
It's something we take for granted--those first-world problems of ours. That being said, I'm grateful I am able/allowed/enabled to take advantage of my first-world life, and share my thoughts with you.
It's good to take breaks from the computer, from social media. It's good to not think; not think about the things in the world that you cannot control, the people you cannot convince no matter what. It's good to think about your family and your friends and how good life, in general, can be. That may be in the form of meandering thoughts, or it can be as specific as writing that gratitude down on paper. Taking that break and going out into nature--that's as good as it gets, in my opinion. It's hard to be troubled by the weight of the world when you're watching water dribble over stones, or look into the trees to spot the sunlight and the shadows.
But then you return to reality.
The reality of people in this world who are risking their lives to get to another country because life in their homeland is so much more risky. The reality, while we cannot personally witness it from our comfortable homes, hits us with photos of drowned toddlers and pregnant women, captured on film gasping for air after having been teargassed.
The reality of racism. The reality of those whose white privilege is much a part of their being that they cannot even fathom that they are racist, that racism exists, and that there is a GREAT need to do somethings--many somethings--about it. Yes, I'm talking about you--you who feel compelled to state " #AllLivesMatter " without stopping for a moment to think about what is driving the " @BlackLivesMatter " movement.
The reality of mass shooting after mass shooting in this land of plenty and beauty; it's so jarring, and so unreal that there are those among us who will deny the roots of this evil because it hasn't yet happened to them...yet. And, when gun violence DOES happen to them, in whatever form, they will be shocked...SHOCKED...that it could happen in their little world, in their safe space. They will then be spurred into action, to tearfully call for something, ANYTHING, to be done, but it will be too late, for they will already have lost someone dear to the death that comes out of the end of a barrel of a gun.
You return to the reality of a nation that has so much, that can do so much, that can contribute so much to the rest of the world, and yet that very nation is so fragmented and uncivil, so uncaring and so unthinking that its' political system is broken, and the rest of the world looks on with stunned incredulity.
Some days, it's just too hard to care; there's just too much to care about.

