“If You Prick Us…”

Or, we all bleed the same.

The more divisive you choose to be, the more division you choose to create, the more you think it’s “us verse them”, the more miserable you are going to be.

Fact.

We are all the same, we all want the same things.

And you don’t get them by taking them from someone else, that should be common sense.

Violence doesn’t end violence, it only breeds more.

….And you shouldn’t mow down the people who are trying to protect you. The actions of one is not the consensus of all.

Don’t we have common enemies that we shouldn’t be fighting amongst ourselves?

Just a thought.

Perhaps we should all just learn to get along.

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Yours, Mine And Ours….

…Or, The Fact or Quality of Being Different, Divergent, or Inconsistent.

You know, my friend feed elsewhere on that *other* site is filled with “I’m done with the hate” posts.

No, no you aren’t. Because if you were, you wouldn’t feel the need to tell everyone five times in three days. If you’re done, you are just DONE, you don’t carry on talking about it.

The only way to be done with the hate is to reject it in your own life (and by the way, you can never fully reject prejudice, unless you are somehow reverting back to birth. Even 3 month old babies display it, as does the whole of the animal kingdom. But you CAN change where you find it in your thoughts by choosing to LEARN and evolve your opinions).

The only way to change the world is to change yourself and your mindset, and then effect the little bit of world all around you.

Most of us aren’t going to have a grand impact on the planet, but! We can have a grand influence on the bits we interact with. We CAN be great in our communities and a shining example in the lives of others, thus leading by example.

Saying you’re done with hate but you continue to feed into it by posting memes and stories (all of which are, see above, bias! There is NO such thing as unbiased media), isn’t being done with it.

Just because YOU believe in the side your on in a near militant fashion (which by the way, also a hallmark of hate, not believing the other side could remotely be justified), doesn’t mean you are always 100% correct, or infallible. It just means you’ve likely started to see every like case through your opinion and leave little room for variance.

There’s ALWAYS AT LEAST 3 sides to every story: yours, mine and the truth which lies some where in the middle.

Reject it, reject the media making heroes out of wrong doers, eject the bickering around you about a victim’s personality or blame in the crime… seriously reject that, because if you participate in it, even if you think you are righteous by defending the victim, really what you are doing is perpetuating it all. Perpetuating hate, often misinformation  (on both sides) and the very root of the problem. Look for facts and make up your own mind, spread truth. Seek understanding and choose to spread love… that’s how you really counter hate.

Seriously, Cats and Kittens: Peace.
Can we just play nice?

Officially Unoffical…

…Or, believe it as you will.

I sometimes think my posts are a lot of whining and bitching. Perhaps they are, maybe they are not. The fact of the matter is, I post here because it is anonymous and I post to sort things out in my head. I really don’t care for whining, or carrying on about things past – but sometimes you have to purge, sometimes you have to vent and work through things to be able to let things go.

This is my place to do it…

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The Joy of Going It Alone…

… Or… “Taking a solo road trip.”

I recently posted on a potential upcoming road trip, one that would have me driving back alone. However, now things have happened and that particular trip is now not going to happen.

I, however, got excited about the concept of doing a road trip alone and I thought it would be a great experience.

I actually HAVE taken a solo road trip before. It is funny that for the reasons it came about, it didn’t even occur to me at the time I was, in fact, taking a solo road trip.

In 2011, I drove through Ireland! But for some reason, in my brain, Ireland was easy (even being on the “wrong” side of the road) but the concept of driving the U.S. (or Canada) alone seems so overwhelming and scary. Perhaps because it’s so vast. In Ireland, I had a loose itinerary and set hotel reservations. My destinations were never more than a few hours from each other. I had things to do every day (if I wanted) which was a very good thing as purpose of my trip was to try to distract myself from my broken heart. I took the trip on a total whim, trying to heal my broken heart. My beloved cat had passed and I just wanted to be numb. It didn’t work, and to be honest, because of that, I don’t remember much of the trip.

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You Are Born And You Live…

…and then you die.

Is it amazing, or just scary?
We live in an age where people are no longer (so) taken aback when someone says “I can’t make it Thursday, I will be giving birth”. – We’ve come to accept planned births.

How amazing is THAT anyway? Planned birth.

Birth, however, has a natural counterpart:
Today I was informed that someone close to me is going to die, soon…. on April 2nd.

Planned death.

Not suicide, not even euthanasia.
That is the day the life support is planned to be turned off, and…. shortly there after, life will (likely) expire.
“Let nature take its course.”

Nothing profound here today.
Just that thought.
It is a heavy thought.

I guess there *are* other instances of *knowing* death is coming (general illness or even, execution?), but to know exactly feels weird.

It’s on my mind.
I guess the mercy here is that the person in question doesn’t know. He has no idea of the state he is in (or at least, so medical science tells us).
He is comfortably unaware of not only his surroundings, but also the conditions he’s in or even of what is to come.

Death, always, has only ever been a problem for the living…
…those directly effected go on from it.

All we can hope for is peace, either way.

Nameste.

Playing Peacefully…

…and learning to be better.

I had something I wanted to post but in light of today’s events, it would be ill-timed.

That’s happened to me as often as it could have in five short blog posts. I was set each time to post a thought and was made to think better of it (and I do feel it ultimately made for better posts).

Mindfulness, a conscious decision to not be insensitive, and to be responsible for the power of our words. It has been good for me to step away from my initial thoughts, chew on them and decide if that is what I REALLY want to put out into the world.

Every word we say, every action we take, has a ripple effect… we are not alone in the pond.

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