I meant to put up a post over the weekend; I got caught up working on a sweater I’ve been making for a few months now. I watched it coming together, and had no idea how I might finish it until recently. It’s like anything else. We see. We work. We watch. We act. Results happen, sometimes the way we think they will, sometimes not so much. My sweater has taken on a life of its own. It is turning into something I never envisioned. Consequently, I'm spending a whole lot more time working on it.
Current events have done this too. I’ve been mad, frustrated, afraid. Nothing good, only venting to pour out in my writing. So I held off. Hit the pause button. Spent hours, indeed days, pulling grass and working in the front yard. I don’t want my writing to turn into a bitch session comparable to all the incompetent politicians in Washington. We have enough people complaining. I want to contribute something of value here, not another venting session about who’s to blame and why we all should be so mad about it.
The wars way over there in foreign lands don’t work for me. I feel bad for the actual people suffering there. I feel bad for the people suffering here too. Stepping back I see the same story repeating itself again and again. Political leaders engaging the people in wars, spending our money to fund them, telling us why we have to sacrifice for this new greater good, abandoning their own people, and profiting from all the death and destruction. It’s been happening my entire life. It was happening long before I was even born. The people must pay for the destruction of foreign lands, in the name of saving the people who live in them from themselves.
Government leaders sitting on their thrones misplacing people, giving their citizens hardship, all in the name of fixing the other guy. Destroying what is, so it can be fixed too. Unless of course the goal is simply to destroy it and leave it destroyed. This is a very real possibility. Destroyers aren’t usually focused on what needs to be fixed after they’ve demolished everything in sight. Nor do they care about the death, or the broken hearts left trying to pick up the pieces in their wake.
It’s not supposed to be this way. The world is not supposed to be destroyed to fix it. The people are not supposed to suffer to survive. The leading politicians are not supposed to be untouchable, telling the people to subject themselves to whatever war and destruction they declare needs to be addressed. At some point the people need to say, “No more.”
It’s like a blanket I started making for my granddaughter. It was very complex when I started it. Lots of counting to get the little diamond pattern just right. One day I looked down and saw that those little diamonds stopped being diamonds a few rows back. I unwound the entire thing. A few days later I took some other yarn and started making her a new blanket that wouldn’t be so complicated. It was nice enough, but the pattern I was creating wasn’t fit for an actual blanket. And the colors were all wrong for a little girl’s blanket. I switched it up and decided to turn that blanket into another sweater, different from the one I’m currently very excited to finish in the near future. On my third try, I’m finally getting it right and making the blanket I want to give to my granddaughter. I couldn’t see it for the longest time, but now my vision is clear and my stitches are so much easier to make.
We need to do this with our government. We need to see it for what it is. We need to continue making adjustments until we get it just right. Our Constitution needs to be reinstated. It needs to be applied again. These politicians had no business ignoring our rights and freedoms as citizens in our land. They had no business diverting our attention, playing on our emotions and engaging us in perpetual wars that continuously harm the citizens who pay for them. That’s what they’ve done. They’ve moved to make perpetual war normal. Except perpetual war is not normal. It harms the people, makes the politicians rich and destroys everything it touches. If this is normal, I’m glad I don’t qualify. There’s so much more to life than this, and I want to participate in life’s beauty, growth and prosperity. Not its destruction and demise.
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Thank you for spending some time with me today. It means a lot to me.
Teresa