Just The Way It Is…

I lost my voice, I lost my desire to communicate, I lost the passion that I had for so many things that I once did in my life. People may look at those things or hear these words come out of my mouth and think that there is something wrong. At first I believed that there was something with me. Typically, when a person loses interest in things, withdraws from society, changes moods, etc, the next thing you hear is “so and so has lost it”, “why has so and so changed?”, “such a tragic end to such a promising life” or “he/she never showed that anything was wrong”. No need for alarm, this is not a cry for help. I have no desire or thoughts of harming myself or others.

I’m just going through some changes in life, everyone does. I am no longer the person that I was. I no longer do the things that I used to do. I no longer communicate how I used to communicate. There’s no underlying reason, nothing that I can pinpoint myself at least. I’m sure any number of people that have been a part of my life at some point could speculate on what has bought upon this change, but that’s about all it would amount to, pure speculation. I’m just trying to make sense of it all.

What I’ve come to so far is that things are just the way they are. No big mystery, no ulterior motives. I’m trying to get along the best way I can. Something that I’ve always done but never seemed to fully appreciate or accept. For me, everything had an angle, everything had to follow some type of logic. But what I found lately is that some things just don’t make sense and that’s fine. Not everything needs to be announced or forecasted. Some things are better played close to the chest. I understand the risks involved with keeping it all in and not being able to communicate that to others. I used to be an open book. I used to have no problem with articulating how I feel. Now I’m indifferent.

Anyway, the show must go on. I still have responsibilities and obligations to meet. Still have a mortgage, a marriage and children. I have people that depend on me, so I have to continue to push somehow. I’m sure this too shall pass; this feeling of indifference.

Nationalism Scares me & Put Away The Flags by Howard Zinn

jimcolv:

Interesting read.

Originally posted on ASpoonfulofSuga:

Nationalism is a scary thing. I mean take a look at WW1 whenever nationalism is at an all time high something dies whether within the boundaries of  whatever country it is happening in or outside their borders. I’ve never been one for sentimentality, or celebration (I am not curmudgeonly at all). I’m not trying top be a kill-joy or a buzzkill but as a citizen of the USA and a denizen of the world I cant help but reflect on the times, the historical significance of where we are as a nation and as a global society. This little ditty by Howard Zinn got me thinking and while I know thinking is frowned upon I thought I would share it with you. I figured if you read this much so far and are continuing to read it doesn’t have to worry about the usual negativity that comes from talking about serious things on a day off 

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Boston Explosion: Minorities When Tragedy Happens & Terrorism and Privilege: Understanding the Power of Whiteness

jimcolv:

So sad, yet there is so much relevance to this post. It’s a matter of perspective.

Originally posted on ASpoonfulofSuga:

There is an article that has been all over my Facebook. It is the inspiration of this post below. I know that if many of you saw the images and content of the post below first you would probably get upset or say that I had bad taste so here is the article that spawned it all for me. It was Published on April 16th, 2013:

Terrorism and Privilege:

Understanding

the Power of Whiteness

By Tim Wise

As the nation weeps for the victims of the horrific bombing in Boston yesterday, one searches for lessons amid the carnage, and finds few. That violence is unacceptable stands out as one, sure. That hatred — for humanity, for life, or whatever else might have animated the bomber or bombers — is never the source of constructive human action seems like a reasonably close second.

But I dare say there is more; a…

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