Let’s keep hope alive

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I have not written on my blog in a very long time. I just couldn’t. Not that I couldn’t find sufficient issues to write about but instead I felt as though I couldn’t sufficiently communicate the pain I was feeling in my heart for humanity’s current state. Time after time, news reports confirmed the fact that we seem to have lost our basic humanity and our ability to feel compassion to others.

Waves of despair presented themselves through reports which came relentlessly: one violent or oppressive act after the other often ending with someone’s life being taken away senselessly. I found myself needing to cope with the increasing violence against persons of my own ilk – of African descent, immigrant, black/ brown, female, Christian, working class among other relatable descriptors. It became too painful to read, watch and listen to reports of people being murdered without justifiable cause, of women’s rights being taken away, of our vaginas becoming fodder for gossip and being up for grabs to whom-ever wants to do, well, just that.

My faith was and still is being tried when I read of the many injustices that take place daily to the point where some of us seem to have become numb to their existence. It’s become such a regular occurrence that some people shrug and say “That’s just the way it is” because they too just can’t find the words to express their horror. I’ve listened to voice notes of women pleading for their lives from serial rapists and murderers on social media, all the while scrolling through news of a spouse murdering his wife and children because he wanted to get back at her. There are increased incidences of cyber bulling amongst adults, and  most recently of persons being encouraged to commit suicide (see the recent incidents of live suicides of Facebook).

Seriously, I couldn’t deal. It became too much and I had to step away and regroup. I needed to centre myself in the midst of this chaos that seemed to have taken over the world, my world. So I shut it all out, for a while so I could gather myself and steady my footing as I sought to navigate and understand this new paradigm.

What has happened to us? Why can’t we recognize that we have so much more in common than we are different? We are one human race, sharing a planet that we have done our best to destroy with our careless use of its resources. If we took the time out to listen in love to each other, simple though it seems, we could arrive at solutions that are mutually beneficial to us. I am not so foolish that I cannot recognize that its way more complicated than that and thus it would take time. But every worthwhile effort begins with a first step, and I know that we (all of us humans) are worth saving and so a step, whatever it is, is worth taking. The sad fact is however, is that we seem to be without a natural ability or inclination to love each other. We have placed a selfish love of ourselves and the ‘things’ we have and think we need, above all and everyone else.

What a world we live in.

But I dare to imagine that it can and will be better. I dare to imagine gender rights, religious and political freedoms. I dare to imagine leaders of countries, while seeking to protect the rights and welfare of their citizens, actively and judiciously, do so without trampling on the rights of others. I dare to imagine us engaging each other, acknowledging the wrongs we have all perpetuated against each other and seek ways to fix it. I dare to imagine that families and communities can return to or begin to take care of each other and move away from this individualistic, selfish mode of existence. Though my faith in us is terribly challenged, it hasn’t died. Once there’s life, there’s hope.

Let’s keep hope alive.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Certainty or Hope

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Forget certainty, hope is enough.

What a profound statement for someone who has control issues. I have always been one who needs to know all the variables and the possibilities before making a decision. Unfortunately, that has meant that there were instances when I’ve missed out on valuable opportunities because I hesitated and lost out on the sweet experience of an exquisite surprise because of my need to know.

I have trust issues.

I don’t trust the process of life that requires that we let go and allow life to happen. I do know that I can’t know everything – and that is a part of the frustration because I won’t ever know everything no matter how I investigate, pray, ask for answers and signs that I am making the right decisions. Because there are some times when you just can’t know.

Life has thrown me a few curved that balls that despite my extensive planning and supposing and preparation, I could not have seen those coming. Some have been so good, that I’m glad I didn’t know because I would have missed out on the elation that comes from having an experience that exceeds your expectations. It hasn’t always been good though. And it is those ones that has me quaking in my shoes, unable to surrender to what will be.

Life is what happens when you’re not looking

Perhaps I read or heard this some time ago, but it speaks truth. Life happens and you can’t stop or control what will be. Yes, there are some things we have within our power to control and we should do all that it takes to enjoy a good quality of life before we all pass from this existence.

It’s what we do in the meantime that counts.

So while I am certain that good things or bad things will happen, I’m choosing to smell the roses..or something just as fun.