I stand in a world of pain and while I shout to those around me of this condition, I watch the thought bubbles above their heads that read, “It’s not my problem,” or “I hope someone else is taking care of it so my life isn’t upset,” or “Let’s count the number of reasons your not worth the time.”
A weighty issue sits on me, regularly; and this issue is, when can I be relieved of this burden called life? I can’ do it myself because I still have a shread of care for those around me, and I’ll not leave them with that legacy. So, at 46, I’m done; convinced life isn’t worth living anymore.
The world is like a fifteen-year-old in that, it’s on the cusp of understanding what it is to be mature but stiil resisting, as the call of childhood behaviors are still prominent. A truly mature world will always be based on how we, as individuals, treat everyone else around us. The women, the ugly and all the various reasons one person might look down upon another will be wiped away and everyone will view each other with respect but also not be shy about stating their opinions. A disrespectful opinion is not necessarily something to be discounted out of hand; until that opinion has been determined to have good cause or not. If it does then it should be debated. If it doesn’t then we should still respect that a person has the right to say it but also, must accept the backlash that might occur, as others express their rightful opinions.
Stand up in the face of unfair judgements and allow all our brothers and sisters to find a place where they fit with everyone else.