the Hate

by Rumour Miller on November 15, 2015

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In our world and in my own back yard.  It’s big.  It’s small.

Twin Towers.

The school yard.

Paris.

You know, to name a few.

But hate is everywhere.  It’s overseas, across the border and it is in my own back yard.

I don’t know how to raise three daughters in this world.  I tell them to be kind but don’t put up with someone else’s shit.  To be strong but not a bully.  To be kind but not a pushover.  To love their enemy even when their enemy is out to destroy them.  It’s fucking hard.

It’s fucking hard to wake up and see that there has been another terrorist attack.  It’s hard to not be desensitized to it all.  It’s hard to not feel hate when our enemies take our loved ones.  It’s hard to not cheer when we answer with bombs and troops.

Even when I’m not convinced that is the right answer.  It’s just what feels good in the moment.

I can’t imagine the terror in Paris and I hope that I never have to.  But innocent people have died in a gruesome way.  For something that I just can’t understand.  For something that I don’t want to understand.

Religion to me is not about killing or hating.  It’s about loving and belonging.  It’s about finding “my’ God and living his word.  If you don’t live my religion, that doesn’t make you my enemy.  It doesn’t and I don’t understand when others say it does.

We all work hard to feed our families and provide them with the best that life has to offer.  I don’t even have words to share that mean anything in all this mess.  Words won’t bring back loved ones.  Or peace.  Words won’t heal the hurts that so many people are feeling as I type.

All I know is that many innocent people are dead.  Again.  Because this isn’t the first time… and I fear it won’t be the last.

Many innocent people were terrorized and lived a night of horror.  A horror that I hope to never know.

And we can all change our Facebook photos to the colours of their flag.  Or to the peace symbol with the Eiffel Tower inside.  Or the Maple Leaf hugging Eiffel Tower.  But, what fucking good is it.  What does it change?  Nothing.

When you are sitting thousands of miles away in the comfort of your arm chair, it seems the least you can do.

 

 

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