I know it sounds odd to say that these things bore me when innocents are losing their lives right, left, and centre, but the question is what bores me, not what appals me to the very depths of my soul.
What actually bores me is that after millennia of violence, fearing each other, thinking someone else has got it better than us. After equal lengths of time fighting over religions meant to bring hope. After centuries of trying to prove that whomever is the most powerful country in the world, or we (whomever) have the best political way, or taking inappropriate power over each other. We are still at war.
Throw in the violence on our streets, the murder of random innocents and the unarmed, mass murder for religious reasons, and the fact that different factions still think they’re right even though no one else cares, and you will find me way out the other side of despair.
Top it off with the rape and murder of women, children, and LGBTI people. Add the fact that colour and gender is treated as anyone else’s business but your own. And my sheer disbelief runs out of steam only leaving behind it “dear God why??????”
I am bored with the numerous reasons for violence and disagreement this silly world has to offer. I don’t need my country to be the best anything. I want the people to thrive. I don’t care where you come from, I want you to thrive. I want everyone to thrive – alive.
I can’t help feeling that most people, the world over, just want to be alive, go about their business, enjoy their family, and watch the stars. Have some fun. See the sun and moon come up and go down on another beautiful day and night.
So yes, those who hurt others bore me, and those who work against violence and prejudice fill me with hope, joy, and immense admiration. Kind, caring, inclusive people, are simply the best of us. And the least scared.
To the world’s fully inclusive happiness