Saturday, November 14, 2015
But still, the marathon is such an integral piece of me in ways I really can't fathom, I carry that burden as part of me.
So many things since then. So many bombs and attacks - both organized and disorganized and I struggle daily to process each new event as it comes.
Why is it people are so upset over a coffee cup when there is real persecution in the world? Why do people declare false wars on what it means to be <insert some belief here> instead of fighting real wars of hatred and intolerance.
Each time I ask myself the same question: Why?
Each time I realize the same answer: No one really knows.
I continue to process but I feel like my emotions are constantly buffering like a computer that has exceeded its bandwidth. What can be shelved? What can be deleted? What can integrated into the system?
In the end, the only thing I can do is keep being. Keep trying to be the light in the darkness hoping others also follow that choice. That they keep being a light in the darkness because maybe, just maybe, if we all keep choosing to be the light, the shadows will grow smaller and the light will grow stronger and the attacks will become less frequent. So the next time any of us think dark thoughts ("It's their fault..." "They are trying to oppress me...." and so on), turn it around. Ask yourself if there is a better way to respond.
It's not easy. I've been trying for two and a half years now. There are days when it is easier than others, but I continue to try.
So I will spend some time knitting hats for babies today. I encourage you to do something to be part of the light as well.