We all have our periods. Funny how my need to write kicked in right now; As I’m sitting on a bicycle on the gym trying to let my body get what it needs. I Just read a post from brokenbutbeingrepaired, and it was good to finally catch up with how she’s been doing. I’m moved, again, by certain lives and battles. I feel the unfairness of it and how I wish fates like hers could have been different. I have Learnt to not be naive,
I’ve seen how unjust some lives can be, and was hit by that insight again when I listened to Elizabeth Warren’s story. How cynical the materialistic world can be. Basically, in the United States many rich has gotten even more rich and the hard-working people have struggled to get ends to meet. As they try to hold pieces of a unsafe future together by working two jobs, the ‘fat cats’ get bonuses, tax reductions and other benefits. When politicians who believe in equality and the same rights do their campaigning, they must struggle against politicians who sponsor their campaigns. Insurance companies, banks and others, who have the money to hire top lawyers and lobbyists, can cash in even more. And then there’s all these stories: people who lost their home, their security and their hope. And who reads these posts? Who reads the books about unfairness and unjustice ? I don’t mean to paint the picture in just black and white, as I very we’ll know this is a simplification of a complicated reality. V
but honestly, I’m more curious as to what we all can do. All the people who’ve suffered and who’ve started to rebuild their lives. We all have our obligations, we need to be as healthy as we can be to be there for others.
I’m thinking all of this and so much more, as I’m threading away on my bike. I love my life, my ability to DO something, and I know I will smile inside every-time the wronged get up instead of letting chains of self-doubt weighting them down.