
Dear World,
You are slowly killing me.
Between talks of wars in countries far away, the economy going into a recession, gas prices rising, gang wars starting in the country, divorce rates going up, children being abandoned, polar ice caps melting and the salmon are going extinct… I cant keep up.
I must be too soft.
Maybe I try to see the BIG picture too often all the while trying to pay attention to the details.
I’m not good at worrying about you World. I’m much too selfish, much too naïve. Tell me that polar bears live in Africa, I may believe you. Shit, they had them on “the Island” in Lost. Who is to say that they aren’t in Africa too?
We all believe what we see on TV anyways.
“Tuberculosis outbreaks are on the rise.”
“By 2025, 95% of the world’s water reserves will be polluted.”
“Oil prices rose today, because a refinery blew up in Texas.”
“The president had no choice but to go to war with Iraq and Afghanistan, and attacking North Korea would be a good idea too.”
“Did you know that communism is bad?”
“Everything is a crime.”
I’m sorry, World, but I don’t know how much more my little brain can take…
“Robbie is dating Lisa who fucked Kevin at the party where Josh got really high for the first time.”
“Life is meaningless unless you have someone…”
“I’ve been alone my whole life…”
“Death is something you just have to face.”
“Both her mom and her grandma have cancer now. I don’t know how long they have left to live.”
Oh, World… if only you were like the internet so I could filter the results.
No more “love” on the same page as the cop who hired a hit man to kill his wife. No “bright sunny day” with “young woman shot on highway by another driver.”
And if things get too bad online you can always hit that box with the “x” in it. Like how Mario finds surprises in the blocks, one click, surprise, it’s all gone!
But that’s right, we can’t. Isn’t that correct World? Unfortunately I’m stuck for now.
In the end you will win.
I promise you that, World.
Hope… wouldn’t it be terrible if all people could feel it too? Scary it would be.
What would you be like if people could sleep through the night without having to lock their windows and bar their doors? Or if we could drop our kids off at school and not question whether they will cut class and get stoned or their gym teacher will molest them during detention?
Wouldn’t it be nice if we could wake up in the morning, turn on the tv, and not hear the words “soldier died” or “genocide” or “raped in her car” “job cuts affect over 1,000 families”?
How would you be World? Without hunger, or violence, or homelessness? Would it change people?
If somehow everything bad about this place could change, would people change? Or does it take all the people to change first? What about inherent change in people’s souls? Is it possible?
World, is there anyway to change this place? I’m only one person. I can barely get my laundry done and my bills paid. How can I help?
Tell me World, tell me.
You are killing me.
We are killing each other.
If each person I knew took one second to help someone and then that person helped someone…
Wait. That’s from a movie called “Pay it Forward.” The kid dies in the end like every good ending.
So what do we do? Keep on living our lives? Ignore everyone else on the planet?
That’s what you would tell us to do, wouldn’t you oh World?
Because no matter what you have to win.
And you always do.
You kill us through us. You make us miserable using our own hands.
Maybe we shouldn’t blame you, but ourselves?
We let you in, let you win.
Tuesday, June 29
Categories: Personal . . Author: Lydia Emily . Comments: Leave a Comment