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.

Fear of the News

Every morning when my husband & I awake, after praying together before rising, the first thing we do is turn on the local news station.  I’ve developed a growing fear of the news lately.  With an increase in overnight violence, turning on the news can induce a panic attack in people.  We live in a Chicago suburb, and as everyone probably knows, there’s much violence in the inner city, and like a fire, is spreading out further.

I am for ‘every life matters’, not just black, or white, or Hispanic, but all life.  I don’t know what it feels like to be a different race, since I’m white, and maybe be racially profiled.  I desire for all to get the respect they deserve.  I mourn with those who mourn, especially around the nation currently.  I want truth to be revealed and everyone not to jump to conclusions.  Everyone needs to be able to tell their side of the story.

But I go back to the start of my piece and add, that as a writer, I have much to pick and choose from lately.  Life is happening out there.  People are living, dying, struggling, loving, and trying to survive in this world.  I tend to clip articles from the daily newspaper to hold onto for future reference in case I need it for a piece of fiction.  They provide me with ideas; reminders of what life in America is like.  From weather disasters to social issues, from politics to injustice; it’s all there in front of my eyes.

I can’t even begin to wonder how parents explain these horrible events to their young children.  Yes, life is scary, and I think this world is becoming more and more frightening as the years go by.  But as a writer, one needs to keep an open mind, not to judge too quickly.  I love being able to look at everyone’s point of view, to try and understand how others see the world, where they’re coming from; what their mindset is.  I don’t want to be anyone’s judge and jury.  I want to learn about things; how they work, how they sound, how they feel.  That’s the writer in me.

Yet the fear is growing to the point that I don’t want to look at the news, or read a newspaper anymore.  It sickens and saddens me what others have the ability to do to other human being; the pain that can be inflicted. My heart breaks with those who have lost loved ones to violence.  I weep with those who have lost children, spouses, siblings, parents…but when does it end?

As writers, we need to have topics to write about, to be able to view life through other people’s eyes. We need to grow in our knowledge, and embrace all that life has to offer, whether good or bad.  That’s the sad part, I think, that as a writer, I need to have things to write about.  But I wish, and pray, that there wouldn’t be this horror, and pain, running rampant in society.  I don’t want to see a child wailing the loss of a parent, or a spouse breaking down in tears.

So I hope that the days ahead are brighter for all, not that I’ll be holding my breath.  Writers can be cynics as well, but I can only dream of peace and unity.  What about you?

 

 

 

 

Will the Violence Ever End?

Senseless. Crazy. Sad. Why is there so much violence taking place in this country lately? Where is the compassion for your fellow man? Are we becoming so heartless that we are no longer capable of apathy? Where did it stem from and where is this all heading to?

As a professing Christian, it is quite difficult for me to understand why people need to hate so deeply. In my eyes, all people are of great worth, regardless what other people may think. God does not make junk and He put everyone on this earth for a reason. This is what I believe. Maybe we may not understand or see perfectly what that reason is, but He knows, and that is good enough for me.

I believe that it all starts with the family. Parents – love, and treat your children with respect. Children, as well, respect and honor your Mother and your Father. I understand that not all parents are good parents. This is sad. So, how does a child grow up with compassion in their heart if their own parents treat them poorly, or abusively? Okay, unfortunately I don’t have a cure-all for the world’s ills, only suggestions.

Get some counseling. Don’t keep the anger and the abuse continuing from generation to generation. It needs to end now. We need people to understand that they are loved, and we need to show others this love. No matter how difficult the person. Patience. Compassion. Understanding. Communication. Yes, communication is so important, especially in this computer-age. Face to face connection. Not just an e-mail. But something more personal. More compassionate.

I just believe that it all begins with the family. Be interested in your children’s education. Take interest in what they like. Let them explore the world, safely. Don’t mock them for who they are. Don’t try to make them little carbon-copies of who you are.

Even spend time with them. Don’t buy them off. It doesn’t take a lot to make a child feel appreciated. Tossing a ball around, or playing make-believe tea party; doesn’t cost anything at all. Think about it this way, the best things in life are free: just like the giant box that an expensive toy or an appliance comes in. What does the child want to play with more, usually? The free, empty box, of course! At least my children did.

Okay, I would love to solve our society’s ills. I’d like to pray it away. Love it away, one smile, one person at a time. Talk to people. Don’t just walk on by, like most people normally do. Just say ‘good morning’ or ‘hi’ to people you randomly meet out on the road when you’re running or biking, etc. Even a simple smile or wave is good. It frustrates me when I’m running and trying to be polite, and the person just kind of looks at you like you’re crazy. The smile won’t crack your face, I promise.

Care about others. Take an interest in what other people are doing. Get involved in just causes. It will make your life much more worthwhile. It will fill your life with meaning and with purpose and with hope. Let me know what you believe would make things better in this country. What are your opinions on society’s downhill slide into apathy?