Just A Little Rant

So much of life these days is out of whack.  It’s gotten so bad that I don’t even want to turn on the news anymore in the mornings.  Sadly you hear about a mom getting shot, an innocent victim of gang violence, or a horrible fire with loss of young lives, or a fatal car crash because someone wasn’t paying attention.  Sickness, addictions, and suicides.  It’s all enough to make a person wonder what the point of life is.

Maybe I’m just the type of person who feels too much; gets overly emotional.  Bad stuff happens everyday.  A lot of unfortunate and tragic things happen to good, hard-working people who are just trying to make a living and take care of their families.  You hear about these tragedies and it causes you to shake your head and try to understand the point in all of it, if there is a point.

So many things just don’t make sense.  I understand that desperate people do desperate things.  Maybe we need to focus on helping each other out more.  And I’m talking about those people who actually need help.  The parent out of work due to no fault of their own, those who have serious illnesses, or contemplating suicide, and those struggling with addictions.  Get help.  Don’t struggle alone.  There are a lot of people in this country who are dealing with the same issues you are, or even those who have already overcome them.  No one should go through this life alone.  There’s way too much craziness to deal with.  We all need someone at our side.  You can volunteer your time, take a meal to a new mom, or to a family who is grieving due to a recent death in the family.  There are so many options.  Look on line under Volunteering in your community.  And it’ll make you feel good as well.  Taking the focus off of our own lives and putting it on another is like a shot of endorphin. You can feel great about knowing you are making a difference.

This life is a long and bumpy ride.


Addiction and the Creative Types(In My Opinion)

Addiction:  the condition of being addicted (to a habit), spec. the habitual use of narcotic drugs.

Creative:  (3) having or showing imagination and artistic or intellectual inventiveness(creative writing).  —- Webster’s New World Dictionary

I’m a writer:  Creative.  Word lover.  Avid reader.  Imaginative.  Deep down there’s a pull to make believe; the desire to convince others that my imaginary friends are living, breathing human beings.  My mind is alive with various characters, dialogue, settings, and plot lines.  A chaotic place indeed.

But what is the correlation between addiction and creative people?  Is it because we have so much inner turmoil constantly brewing that we struggle to numb; to quell our demons?  Reaching for just a few minutes of quiet respite?

Some forms of addictions I am acutely aware of:  Sex, drugs, alcohol, money, food, and even work; just to name a few of the better known ones.  A beloved author of mine was besieged by his own inner demons:  Edgar Allan Poe.

I still drink at times though older now I have learned to control it.  But it my younger days I’d go all out.  A mind crowded with thoughts and ideas to the point that either I wanted to either scream or numb it so that it could be controlled.  Addictions find us in a frightening place.  Sometimes I believe we rather not get the help so as to keep the juices of creativity flowing.  Maybe we see our addictions as helping us be part of the bigger picture.  To let us taste of the real world.  To help us understand humanity on a deeper level.  To make our character more real to those we are fortunate enough to have read our words.

Creative types are continually striving to create.  We cannot put down that pen, brush, or instrument.  We have learned not to fit the sway creativity hold over us.  It is near impossible to still the hand, the heart, or the mind.  Like air and water, creating is what keeps us alive; nourishes our souls.  Without it, we are at a loss.

So if you have a child who decides, at a tender age, to pick up a pen, or a brush, or an instrument, or whatever they desire to do, do not discourage them.  Even if you yourself feel bound to do one of these, do it!  For it is the creative types who eventually change the world.

Feeling Down

Maybe it’s the shorter days, but I am feeling the blues.  The cold seasonal weather is slowly seeping into my corner of the Midwest and I don’t like it.  I’m not crazy about cold or snow.  Never really have been.  I just feel down. 

Last night I was feeling sorry for myself.  I thought about how my life is just slipping away, day after day of doing nothing of great importance.  I never wanted to waste my life but that is what I feel is happening.  I want to live a life of significance.  I want to make a difference in this world. 

Don’t get me wrong, I love my family.  I am truly blessed by God.  I have so many wonderful people in my life.  But do you ever feel that something is missing?  Something that is gnawing away about your conscience?  Something whispering in your ear that you are not doing enough?  That all you are doing is floating through life without any real purpose or meaning?  That is how I’m feeling.

I’m not asking for fame or fortune.  I not want to be featured on TMZ or The Soup.  I want to know that when I die, that I have contributed something solid to someone else’s life.  That someone else’s life is better off because I was there for them.

I have probably gone this route before, with the desire to make a difference to someone, to be someone’s lifeline.  To know that I have fulfilled my Christian destiny to be a beacon of light to someone struggling in the choppy and dangerous water of this world.  I want to change the world for the better.  I want to see an end to child abuse; to see an end to childhood diseases that takes a young boy or girl away from their parents.  I don’t want to see another mom or dad having to bury their child and to grieve that loss for the rest of their lives.  I want to see an end to all of this world’s atrocities.  I know, people have a difficult time of getting along with each other.  A lot of times it is within the walls of their own home. 

I just want to show the love I have bottled up inside of me.  To let others know how much they are cared about and loved.  That even at their lowest moments, that they would somehow realize that there is someone out there who cares.  And if they can’t find that someone in their own family or circle of friends, I want them to know that Jesus is there for them.  That He loves unconditionally.  There is always hope.  There is always love.  Love never loses.  Maybe I’m just a dreamer.  Maybe I need to come down to reality.  But I believe in people.  I don’t want to become cynical about the things I see on the news each day.  I want to still believe that there is much good still going on in this world.  That as human beings we can turn this mess around. 

Okay, I’ve gone on longer than I first planned.  But once I got going, I couldn’t stop.  So friends, let’s love each other that way God designed us to.  Hold the door open for someone.  Smile at a stranger.  Write a note to a friend.  Visit an elderly person in a nursing home.  Be the difference.  Be that light to someone who is slowly drowning in darkness.  That’s what I want to be.  Hold me accountable.  I don’t want to become bitter or apathetic.  I want to be who God intended me to be the moment I came screaming into this world, until the moment He calls me back home.  God bless you all.