Today's events:
Rush, Day 4
Fox News Report: Attempted plot to blow up ten planes coming into the United States
Unfiltered.
I am reminded what is important and what is not important. As our nation escapes near tragedy, I am stuck in a basement discussing potential new members of my sorority. I grow bored and aggravated with each spoken word and realize that there is so much more that I could be doing with my time on this earth. All of the money, all of the judging (call it what you want, but that is what it is), and the absent mindedness concerning everything else throws me for a loop. I have made wonderful friends and wonderful memories in that basement, but what good am I doing by spending hours upon hours deciding who we will pass our mantle to, based on a 2-3 minute shallow conversation? Should I not say these words? Should I not publish them for the world to read? I don't honestly know. I speak my mind and am an open book. I have such a hard time holding in what is bursting inside my gut. The look that I see in these young girls' eyes rocks me to the core; And even though I know that five years from now most of them will feel the same way I do today, I know that this moment is huge for them. I am resposible for making their day or ruining their day and I hate that responsibility, especially when I have no authority to do so according to our so called democratic standards of operation. How does this measure up next to what is going on outside of that room? What about the millions of people flooding our borders (?), and the anti-American militants who are seeking with all of their might to destroy our families? Are these happenings of less importance? Do we even care? I'm not sure that we do. It is easier to ignore the frightening things of today, in hopes that they will soon go away. News flash: they are not going to disappear, and the more we turn our eyes, the worse it will be. Peace, peace, there will be no peace. Pay attention people! Do you not have eyes to see what you are in the midst of? I feel nauseated to think of the time that I waste each day, focusing on the travesties of life...
still pondering.
Rush, Day 4
Fox News Report: Attempted plot to blow up ten planes coming into the United States
Unfiltered.
I am reminded what is important and what is not important. As our nation escapes near tragedy, I am stuck in a basement discussing potential new members of my sorority. I grow bored and aggravated with each spoken word and realize that there is so much more that I could be doing with my time on this earth. All of the money, all of the judging (call it what you want, but that is what it is), and the absent mindedness concerning everything else throws me for a loop. I have made wonderful friends and wonderful memories in that basement, but what good am I doing by spending hours upon hours deciding who we will pass our mantle to, based on a 2-3 minute shallow conversation? Should I not say these words? Should I not publish them for the world to read? I don't honestly know. I speak my mind and am an open book. I have such a hard time holding in what is bursting inside my gut. The look that I see in these young girls' eyes rocks me to the core; And even though I know that five years from now most of them will feel the same way I do today, I know that this moment is huge for them. I am resposible for making their day or ruining their day and I hate that responsibility, especially when I have no authority to do so according to our so called democratic standards of operation. How does this measure up next to what is going on outside of that room? What about the millions of people flooding our borders (?), and the anti-American militants who are seeking with all of their might to destroy our families? Are these happenings of less importance? Do we even care? I'm not sure that we do. It is easier to ignore the frightening things of today, in hopes that they will soon go away. News flash: they are not going to disappear, and the more we turn our eyes, the worse it will be. Peace, peace, there will be no peace. Pay attention people! Do you not have eyes to see what you are in the midst of? I feel nauseated to think of the time that I waste each day, focusing on the travesties of life...
still pondering.
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