I’m tired of crying.
Tired of crying for all the unfairness in the world. There’s too much and it’s too painful.
I’m tired of listening to the talking heads, with their faces contoured into expressions of concern while they sculpt a version of events that somehow fits and supports their own previously-held belief system. Sometimes related to the issue at hand, more often not.
Tired of people saying, “this never would have happened if…”
Because it has happened, so your “if” doesn’t matter. What is done next?
Tired of outrage over fabricated issues.
Exhausted with the use of religion as a political tool.
Religion as an excuse.
Religion as blame.
There is too much yelling, not enough listening. With everyone trying to shout just a little louder than the person next to them, the noise is deafening. But no-one considers piping down, just for a moment.
Tired of the self-importance. The self-serving. The self-aggrandizement.
No-one, but no-one, is entirely self-made. There were circumstances. There were people. Whether it was help, or obstacles to be overcome, no path is truly a solo trip.
Beirut, Baghdad, Paris.
Ferguson, Sandra Bland, University of Missouri.
Sandy Hook, UC Santa Barbara, Umpqua Community College.
Syria, Nigeria, Sudan.
I want it all to stop.
The shouting. The shooting.
And oh, what if we did.
What if we all just stopped. Stopped thinking of ourselves, first. Stopped looking out from just one myopic viewpoint. Stopped speaking without thinking. Stopped jumping to conclusions. Stopped rushing to accusations. Stopped seeing everyone else as the enemy. The opponent. The “other.”
Stopped and let the world in.
Then, maybe, we could hear more. Learn more. Understand more.
Maybe it would make a difference.
Maybe I could stop crying.