Life as it arrives and dreams as they happen

Rock, Paper Scissors, Tommy

Leave a comment

Hate may be invisible but it is a deadly weapon.  The past few weeks we have all become members of a not my neighbor “hood,” in one way or another.  Recent black and white  violence in Florida, has drawn lines across our hearts and minds, and  what really happened and why will never be known to anyone but God.  The judgment however, is inevitably to be public opinion through rock, paper and scissors, and two lives will be forever lost in very different deaths.  So of course this is the  “perfect” time for a new Face Book application to come out – “Face Book Enemies”:   You can now mark every noun into a none in your life!  Think of the fun you can have with this invisible level of hate, and what it can accomplish.

I need to throw up.

Seriously, in the current tidal wave of political slander, unemployment levels and people killing each other and their own children, who actually thought we needed a way to hate each other more?  To open ourselves up to thoughtless internet “troll” behavior?  It doesn’t take a blind man to see how wrong this all is, and lyrically the need for the obvious – See me, feel me, touch me, heal me  or in other words  “Listening to You” – although no one obviously is, they are just lost in the gang mentality of stupid.

When my daughters were younger and would “tattle,” I always insisted on hearing both sides, which infuriated the guilty one.  Later as they became adults this was less and less, because they didn’t care anymore what I thought, standing their ground where the truth was lied, and sadly, just like anything done with enough emotional determination it changed them.  How sad, to now be able to do it invisible through face book and emails, being able to walk away the victor in your own personal war, never seeing the casualties from your sharp tongue and snap judgments.  Even sadder, is when states and cities of people become involved in this same brand of justice.

Being raised with country wisdom, I cannot count how many times I heard the two sayings, “Two wrongs don’t make a right” and “Pretty is as Pretty does.”  That may sound trite and flippant, especially in the wake of the lost lives now, but if we stopped for a moment and took a breath, it is applicable in every situation that rubs us the wrong way, or creates an emotional implosion in our heart.  We have to stop reacting like the fast moving ball on the tilted, flashing light, noisy pinball table of society both in public and in our personal lives.  Two sides  inevitably are shown to be a wrong and a right, but in this country we still have the right to find that out, and too often than not we forget it.  Sadly this happens the most, when two or more of us are together, and that is not the Golden Plan we all came into this life believing.

We don’t need to wait for the Apocalypse to lock the barn door, because the horse has left and he didn’t wait for a rider either.  Life is a bored game now, that you win by taking a piece of someone to claim your victory and I refuse to participate.  The suffering in our world is a mark to ignorance and self indulgence, and what hope do our children have if it continues?  Innocence isn’t a judicial commandment, it is the first beat of our heart, and should be the first thought towards each other, if we are to continue as a rational society.

One thing that will continue being true, is that an empty can of beans rolling down the street makes more noise than a full one, and a small rock rolling down the snow can cause an avalanche, and the media proves it every day.

I’m not going to list my enemies as entertainment, I prefer to try and turn those  I have,  back into important pieces of my life if that is possible and the best way to do that, along with any form of judgment is to see both sides clearly.  Even if what I see reflects badly on me.  Life is too short and we will never learn what we were meant to  if the only person we believe is right is our self.  If that is the case, all we’ll ever do is make noise rolling along until we slam into a wall, praying that whoever picks up our rock is prepared for what they find under it!


Author: Mizlk

Writer, dreamer of dreams - savior of lost toys before the night gets dark. Often behind the keys of my computer, writing wrongs, which have come to mind. My site, features my three novels, Glint inThe Dark, Stiletto and Stardust. All available on Amazon

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s