I’m having one of those days today. One of those days when I just want to curl up in bed and cry. One of those days when I think just turning off all my emotions and letting the world frell itself to death would be a good idea. One of those days when I wonder why I bother trying to help anyone.
Days like this are so hard. I want to make the world a better place, and I take every chance I get to do that. I try to take everything I’ve learned throughout my life and share it with the world. I try to make people think and feel and change and be better. Sometimes I succeed. Sometimes I see gleaming rays of light in the world and I know I helped to make that happen. Some days… Not so much.
Some days I’m confronted with people who are so hypocritical, stupid, arrogant, shallow, hateful, ignorant, extremist or whatever (and usually several of those at once) that I actually wish murder was legal. I actually think the world would be better off if those people were dead. Of course those people think the same of me. I don’t want to feel that way, that murderous, hateful rage, but some people… I swear they’re just asking for it.
It doesn’t help that I feel alone in my struggle. I know I’m not, but it feels that way. I don’t exactly get a whole lot of support. The world is crumbling at an alarming rate and it’s so hard to fight for what’s truly right. The extremists think that they’re right, they’re banded together and organized and screaming so loud… But what are we? Those who love and care and fight for change? We’re scattered like grains of sand on the wind. Each of us a tiny island trying not to sink under the crashing waves of hate and extremism. Some days it makes it hard to keep going.
I wish there was a place online where I could go to find like-minded people fighting for what’s right. Maybe I should start one if there aren’t any. It would be nice for those of us fighting the good fight to have a support net for days like this. On your own… It’s so hard to keep going.