In a world that’s supposedly becoming more inclusive and tolerant, there are still those who get pushed aside, ignored and in many cases, treated like vermin simply because they exist. There’s no room in many people’s world for those that can best be described as socially awkward and yet, it is these people who tend to carry the most pain, and are the most likely to commit suicide. It goes to show that all these ads on TV that speak about being more inclusive are really nothing more than TV land crap. There’s no room in these people’s world for those who might need real help, not just pretty words spoken on the television.
In every day life’s moments that could inspire one to be great or small, there are some; for all their cries of, look at me; who shall be left in their pit of misery, for they inspire no compassion in those with the means to their salvation. None should say, in private or public, they care; if the evidence can’t be found by those who truly need that care. Some who do, may not be obvious, but if anyone truly wants to be called human, they should be able to pay attention, anyway. A hermit becomes, when no one cares to make sure their face is seen. A dying heart is supposed to be a tragedy, except when others determine, it’s not my problem. Then it just becomes a bleak sore on the landscape.
Racism has always been wrong philosophically but the concepts of right and wrong aren’t primary in the considerations for people’s motives. Want and need have greater impacts on how people make their decisions. If one wants to do the right thing, they will. If one wants to do as they wish, without regard for the feelings and lives of others, they will. Racism is about the need and desire to dominate that’s found in everyone. Most can keep their desire for conquest limited to games and sports. Some feel those particular activities aren’t enough.
The people who need to say, “You’re less than I am,” because of something physical are generally from the less intelligent among the population because they need something simple to judge this on. Those who are more intelligent also fall victim to this mindset but generally pick more complicated reasons for why they believe they’re better than others. Everyone is born with flaws but some flaws are more overt than others.
Race is a highjacked word, (like the big no-no N word), by those who wished to define those of different colors as being so different, they defined them as a different race. Race was originally defined as two creatures of the same race, as long as they’re male and female, have the ability to breed. It’s been proven time and again that nearly every human; as long as there’s nothing medically wrong with them; can breed with everyone else in the Human Race.
Racists are nothing more than bullies with specific agendas and I’m one who has known and still know what it’s like to face bullies. I live in a world of pain that’s generated from this and has made such a mess of me, it’s become obvious that I’m too damaged for anyone to feel confident they can help me. I reach out to experts, friends and family, and while my family does what they can, my particular problems keep me from responding to their efforts; because they’re not the ones who created the issues.
George Floyd is a tragedy; not because he was a black man who was killed, but because he was a man who was a victim of overreaction by the officers. From all I’ve read, Mr. Floyd was not a known offender with a reputation that required such a response. I’m confident, had the officers kept their emotions out of it and thought through the situation, they could’ve dealt with it without such measures.
Be good to each other because we’re alike more than we’re different and the differences make each of us more interesting, not a reason to put anyone down.
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.