Born Into a World on Fire
“Anything that’s human is mentionable.
Anything mentionable can be more manageable.
When we can talk about our feelings,
they become less overwhelming, less upsetting, and less scary.”
“I was born into a world on fire.
There wasn’t the “good old times” or “back when things were simple.” Just faded fairytales I thought to be spun by elders. People were afraid. Of each other, of themselves, of things that were not even seen. We hated from afar, behind screens, and fake grins. There were no doors unlocked, it was not safe to walk at night. Airports weren’t safe and countries across seas that we’ve never stepped foot in were a threat.
Our oceans were choked by plastic, reefs began to die. Our land was buried under mountains of trash and our natural resources depleted faster than we could replace them. Whole species fell off the face of the earth and fires ravaged through forests while we fought over who was right. We raped the planet of all she provided and were furious when she threatened to fall apart.
But we didn’t say anything. It’s just how it was. What could we do?
Everything appeared poisoned, the food was fake, the water was medicated, the air was too thick to breathe. The world had an expiration date, but still we said nothing. Even if we did, we were taunted and muted. Everything was lies, the media was one sided, the labels were misleading, the facts were absurd “opinions.
Where medicine held as ransom, the sick died as the wealthy celebrated their success. The people starved as food was thrown away if it was not fit to sell. People worked to the bone just to survive…and if they couldn’t hold up they were called lazy and worthless. People used God to excuse hatred and bigotry and the rest of us used those people to hate God.
I was born in a world on fire.
and no one seemed to want to put it out…
Even though we had the water in our hands. “
Something I wrote a while back. A little dark but sometimes with darkness, you shed some light.