I have my voice.
I don’t have a huge voice. I don’t always have a confident voice, but I have a voice.
I don’t talk much about politics or subjects where emotions run high. I don’t have the stomach for it. I just want to make people laugh. Or help people not feel alone when they are dealing with their own mental health issues or difficult relationships.
I have a voice, though and I need to use it.
Imagine a little boy in a sandbox. He’s playing alone, content, and happy. He is oblivious to what is going on around him and he’s totally cool with that. He just wants to play in the sandbox.
Then a guy runs up to him and starts screaming in his face “You’re not safe! You’re going to die! Everything is horrible and you should be terrified!”
What’s going to happen then? The kid is going to freak the fuck out is what’s going to happen. One minute, he’s playing and all feels right with the world. The next, he’s sobbing, blowing snot bubbles, and scared shitless.
The reality is, though, that his sandbox is no more or less safe than it was before the screaming man came along and ruined his day.
I watched some RNC clips and the fear mongering was breathtaking. Wave after wave of screaming men telling throngs of people how we are under threat every second of every day. For fuck’s sake, Chachi was freaking out over how much danger we’re all in.
How many people are that little boy in the sandbox? They thought they were fine. Then, these huge voices inundate them with promises of death, destruction, divisiveness and hatred.
The more people hear this, the more afraid they grow. How do creatures react when they are afraid? They react irrationally. They turn on one another. They distrust and hate. They react with violence.
Why are we participating in this? Why?
I’m not claiming that we’re safe. No one can guarantee safety. Life is dangerous and hard and no matter how safe we stay, we’re still going to die one day.
Right now, we are alive. Right this second we are here on this earth. How wonderful is that? How bizarre and amazing and thrilling it is to exist.
I don’t feel threatened. I am not afraid every single day. Perhaps my safety is an illusion. I don’t care. I’d rather get back in the goddamn sandbox and play than cower and lash out in fear.
I thought we were the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Brave people don’t monger fear. Cowards do. Brave people don’t run out of the sandbox and hide just because some cheeto headed bag of gas screams we aren’t safe. Cowards do.
Stop being afraid.
We have so little time here on earth. Wouldn’t our time be better spent helping each other? Learning about each other? Being happy?
Stop being afraid. Stop listening to people who are trying to steal your peace of mind.
Ask yourself this. If you aren’t living in fear every second, then why are these people trying so hard to scare and divide us? Is it because scared people are easier to control? If people are scared enough, will they set aside what they know is right? Will they let a goddamn monster take the reigns so they can find their peace of mind again?
Scared people in groups behave in horrifying ways. History has proven this over and over.
This doesn’t have to be us. We are better than this.
Now you go tell someone to stop being afraid.
Fair warning. I mentioned in an earlier post that if you leave a comment that is hateful or distresses me in any way, I will turn it into bad poetry.