I usually don’t let other peoples words speak for me ;) but I like this idealistic impassioned plea for the simple act of consideration.
By *Seema at this is not pretty.
All I want is a perfect world. The kind that exists after we kill off Voldemort and graduate from Hogwarts.
And the thing is, life without that fantasy can be kind of sad. I don’t want animals to get murdered for their meat and fur. I don’t want children to be abducted and raped. I don’t want women to be sold to men who beat them. I don’t want any of this to exist, or any other fucked up thing that happens today, and the fact that it does just kind of… depresses me.
But then I’m probably not the best person to ask, right? Seeing as my puppy dog’s whimper depresses me. WHY IS HE SO SAD. WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE JUST WANTS MY CHEESE.
And I think that is one thing that everyone with a depressive personality has – an intense sensitivity to life. But as much as the bad things floor me, the good things enlighten me. The darkness can cover me completely, but the light can shine so brightly it blinds me. Pain is real, but love is amazing. I for one know you can’t have one without the other, but I can’t help but wish I didn’t feel the pain so deeply.
And so there are the big, bad things that happen, and they make me want to blow up the world and start again, like seriously whoever takes over cannot POSSIBLY screw it up as much as we have, but then the mundane, everyday things really get to me too. The way people live. How content we are to hurt one another and be selfish. How content we are to not really think about the things that matter. To not really consider that our impact in the world touches everything – from what we put in our mouth to the things we say to one another.
I understand how ironic it is that I want a perfect world and yet crave that people accept the imperfection within themselves and within one another, but I suppose I just want consideration. For everyone to consider their actions, and to think about whether any creature is hurting because of them.
Of course, I am not immune to being a tool. Sometimes, I am a tool. Lord knows I have been a very large tool in the past! But you know, mea culpa. I always apologise, and I always attempt to explain my part in whatever happens. I try to own my role, and whether people forgive me or not is up to them. As the saying goes, there’s my business, there’s their business and there’s god’s business, and I can only direct one. (Read the rest if the post <a href="http://Forgiving the pain and letting it breathe“>here)
* you can read the rest of Seema’s articles here She writes a lot about mental health in a funky kind of way and she speaks from personal experience.