what is ‘right’ and what is ‘wrong’
the media exacerbates the conflict
have you noticed that ??
they need to get people riled up
they want emotion
and the easiest way to do it is to generate conflict
a sad sad sad state of affairs
where the only news that is newsworthy
is what divides us and causes friction
i’m sitting in a cafe
watching people queue
calmly they wait for their order
people are all wearing masks
people are giving each other room
plus we’re all wearing shorts
it’s the hottest part of the year
that might help if people wore shorts more
here’s some good news
we’re alive
no really think about it for a minute
you didn’t used to be here
and now you are
completely unique
no one else like you
14 billion years in the making
if you want to think of it that way
one day you won’t be here
poof gone
back to wherever you came from assumably
that constitutes a very special event
being here i mean
so let’s spend our time
arguing with each other
about trivialities
what is ‘right’ and what is ‘wrong’
judging each other about our costumes our customs and our skin color
even killing each other for ‘reasons’
let’s divide ourselves up into different nations
and be afraid of each other and spend
godzillions of dollars on weapons to intimidate
each other
sounds like a perfectly stupid idea to me
what would happen
if we had a news outlet that published positive stuff ??
i don’t mean kitten rescued from tree
puppy rescued from well
i mean exploring the endless and bountiful
expressions of kindness that nature is
blessings if you like
bestowed profoundly daily even while you sleep
you still breathe
air going in and out of your body and
to every cell in your body and coming
from the lovely green leaves in that
pecan tree above your head
yes i sleep outside to catch
the ministrations of the wind
blowing thru the night sky
rustling the tree tops
murmuring its secret words to the leaves
or something
i haven’t figured it out
and then i fall asleep
another blessing
my brain unwinds and re-calibrates
and rests and sometimes sends me dreams
sometimes beautiful little movies
sometimes scary and weird movies
then i wake up to reality
and go ‘this is nice’
i can feel the wind
i can feel my hands
i notice i’m alive