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I just finished a weekend caring for an abuse victim. This was the worst I've seen yet. And I know it isn't the worst I will see.
Makes me think about all the questions I throw up to god or the sky or my soul, whatever. I usually ask negative questions. Why must I die? Why do people hurt little babies? Why cancer? Why schizophrenia? Why do people just disappear w/o a trace? Why do we let corporations steal from us? Why did women complacently keep doing the dishes while men walked around on the moon? How can we watch kids shoot each other dead, and then go out for ice cream after supper?
The answers, unfortunately, keep coming to me. And they take me down an awful spiral of more of these questions.
So I have to start asking better questions, to see if they lead me to wonderful answers and more delightful questions. Why do we live? Why do people keep having babies? Why does the earth continue to sustain us? Why so many different kinds of bugs and birds?
I don't think this will turn me into a shiny happy person, but it couldn't hurt. I think if we worked harder to explore the wonderful things that confuse us, better living can happen. That is how we get organic farming and medical foster care and mohawks. What is awesome? How do we achieve it? Where do we find it?
I have to work harder to nurture hope in myself and the rest of you. I have to make the impossible seem more likely. It was once impossible to think we could run out of air or get too much sunshine. So you have to combat that, mkay?
Makes me think about all the questions I throw up to god or the sky or my soul, whatever. I usually ask negative questions. Why must I die? Why do people hurt little babies? Why cancer? Why schizophrenia? Why do people just disappear w/o a trace? Why do we let corporations steal from us? Why did women complacently keep doing the dishes while men walked around on the moon? How can we watch kids shoot each other dead, and then go out for ice cream after supper?
The answers, unfortunately, keep coming to me. And they take me down an awful spiral of more of these questions.
So I have to start asking better questions, to see if they lead me to wonderful answers and more delightful questions. Why do we live? Why do people keep having babies? Why does the earth continue to sustain us? Why so many different kinds of bugs and birds?
I don't think this will turn me into a shiny happy person, but it couldn't hurt. I think if we worked harder to explore the wonderful things that confuse us, better living can happen. That is how we get organic farming and medical foster care and mohawks. What is awesome? How do we achieve it? Where do we find it?
I have to work harder to nurture hope in myself and the rest of you. I have to make the impossible seem more likely. It was once impossible to think we could run out of air or get too much sunshine. So you have to combat that, mkay?