I keep stumbling upon topics that make me unbelievably passionate, topics that have me stewing for the entire day as I mull over ways to say what I want to say. As soon as I get to the keyboard, though, I blank.
...Actually, it isn't blanking. It's almost as if my brain is shutting down before I allow myself to spill out all of the pent up frustration and emotion that I've been twisting and twirling endlessly in my head. A cross between mental fatigue and a safeguard.
For example, the whole story regarding the gorilla and the three year old threw me into this downward spiral of reading way. too. damn. much. I read articles about what happened, and then the comments on those articles (which, might I add, is a one-way ticket to hating humanity for me). Then I read through the mindless memes that people plastered over their Facebook pages - one in particular was of the gorilla saying something to the tune of "I was taking better care of the kid than its mother".
Then I read the multitude of blog articles, supporting what I will snarkily call "The Common Sense Clause" in which the toddler *feigned gasp of surprise* is more important than the gorilla, and the mother *more dramatic feigned gasp of surprise* had a moment of sheer, you know, motherhood when her toddler bolted from her.
So, I developed the rhetoric in my mind. I layered the sass with the facts, figured out the exact tone I wanted to use throughout the blog, and sat down at the computer...
....Only to think "Screw it. It's not worth it."
The same can be said for the political situation that our country has thrown itself into. As far as how we look on an international scale, we're currently somewhere in the vicinity of a reality TV show that hasn't ever seen a rating above that of "Caillou". I am disgusted and mortified for the state of our nation, where we're continuously distracted from the corruption of those that govern us by senseless and divisive issues.
The horrendous shooting in Orlando is an ideal example of this. Over 50 people lost their lives. Unmade beds and unfolded laundry in baskets. Endless piles of tissues by mothers' bedsides, baby photo albums left open on coffee tables, covered in tears. The phones of the dead ringing over and over and over again as friends cross the bridge to the cold, cruel reality that the only voice that will ever answer will be that of the voicemail greeting.
But what has my Facebook feed been flooded with? Pure, unadulterated, scathing, hateful, bashing bullshit. "Obama is a spineless leader." "Trump will take any opportunity to get the Muslims out." "This is all because of the gun laws." "You're trying to take away my rights as opposed to going after the terrorists." And on and on and on and on and on and on
We, as a nation, couldn't even allow for one 24-hour period where we mourned the dead and focused on holding up our brothers and sisters who are suffering from crippling grief and fear. We, as a nation, couldn't put aside political pandering and buffers that continuously prevent us as nation to fully love the way that we are all called to love. We, as a nation, failed - and we are all pointing our fingers at the other side like toddlers with tear-stained faces, screaming "It's all their fault".
And, yet again, I sit down to write - and I can't fully formulate a comprehensive thought.
I don't lack for inspiration. I lack the hope that words calling for compassion and kindness will fall on deaf ears. When a call for prayers is met with spitting "Prayers don't work, time for action," and a call for action is met with a sneering "You're not turned enough towards God, so it won't make a difference," the whole world is forced into a standstill when we should be actively striving to love one another.
So, for the people out there who are feeling fatigued and frustrated beyond belief: I hear you, and I love you. Keep moving forward in action and prayer and however else you can promote peace, even when the rest of the world batters you into a feeling of hopelessness.