“So you see, when war comes to one’s village, one’s doorstep, it isn’t tragic and impersonal any longer. It is just an excuse to vomit private hatred. That is why I am not a great patriot.”
― Daphne du Maurier,
We are not incapable of change. Are we?
I want to erase the last two words, the question mark and the italics and boldly present that statement as if I agreed with my whole heart and then some.
But it’s been proven, especially over the past few months and specific events that have been so publicly scrutinized that I realize that no one side is innocent. No one side is blameless.
I’ve felt shame, sure. I’ve felt it so often in my life that it’s practically my primary emotion. But being ashamed of the world I’m raising my child in, well, that’s a new feeling.
It doesn’t matter what you believe, it doesn’t matter what you stand for and it doesn’t matter what you fight for. NONE of it matters.
Because at the end of the day you can’t prove you’re right by proving someone else is wrong.
You’re only shifting the focus and projecting flashing lights on a blank wall long enough to catch the attention of the people who really have no idea where they belong or who they are, they just need something to keep them busy until someone else tells them why they should be offended.
If you believe in God, then do so. Believe in God. But don’t let the world know that by carving your own gavel and shaming every one who walks by, just to prove your point.
If you don’t believe in God, that’s ok. Don’t believe in God, but don’t let the world know that by spewing hate and embodying the ‘anti-Christ’, just to prove your point.
If you don’t know who God is, that’s ok. Ask and find out for yourself, but don’t go around letting the world know you’re uneducated on such a Being by flippantly agreeing or disagreeing with whatever sounds more FUN.
Education, my friends.
But more importantly, LOVE. Love is love, no matter how you try to shift its definition to fit your fancy.