It’s too much. Call me an ostrich, but I don’t want to know about it. I need beauty, as an antidote to the craziness. Give me the deep ruffles of a pink peony. Please.
I’ve got something to say
And I thought it might be worth a mention
If you’re not pissed off at the world
Then you’re just not paying attention
You can turn off the TV
And go about your day
But just ‘cos you don’t see it
It don’t mean it’s gone away.
— Kasey Chambers, Ignorance
I know that bad stuff doesn’t go away, just because I ignore it. But for my own sanity and happiness, I have to.
When I was young, I was an activist. I am immensely grateful that others continue the fight to right injustice, but it just doesn’t feel like my calling anymore.
Sometimes I feel I’m copping out, “seeking peace and prosperity among the selvedges” when there is so much suffering in the world. I’m such a privileged first world Caucasian, I make myself sick sometimes.
I’m going to go meditate. Because I have that luxury. No-one is trying to kill me. Thank heaven.