I feel at a loss lately for beauty. I know it is out there. It does exist. I try really hard to be the kind of person who sees it everywhere, anytime, but these past few months, years maybe, it seems to get harder and harder to find.
There are days it feels like the world is spiraling out of control and no ones sees it. Everyone is so wrapped up in opinions, and political correctness, and being offended, and being self-righteous that we do not see how it is all crumbling down around us.
We have come out on the other side of the most divided, historical and ridiculous presidential election and despite all the good intentions it feels like a ticking time bomb. This election was a joke, the first 100 days are a joke, and no doubt gives the rest of the world a great big laugh. We are weakening ourselves, and creating a prime breeding ground for attack. To say, “I am an American,” used to mean something. It was something to be revered, feared… is that still the case?
Our judicial system is a joke. A pathetic collection of people who can be bought and bullied, and seldom serve anything that feels like real justice. Even when a jury of peers says, “Yes, this person is guilty,” we can end up with a Judge who thinks, “a prison sentence would have a severe impact.” Exactly! That is the point of prison. To have a severe impact on the person who committed a crime. It is appalling that more care and concern is given to a criminal than to a victim. It is appalling that horrific crimes can be blamed away, or even worse, justified.
And let’s not forget, we are fighting over who should be able to use which bathroom. This is the most ridiculous of all. Instead we should be grateful we have bathrooms. We have running water. We have well lit, air conditioned spaces to go in to. Ones with stalls, and locking doors for privacy. How fantastic is that! We are not using wooden sheds with holes in the ground, or squatting on the side of the road in plain view of everyone. Our bathrooms are a luxury. My American life is a luxury!
They say laughter is contagious, but not as contagious as hate. Even I am victim to that. I am outraged and saddened at all of the above, and those feelings make it difficult to find the joy. To find the beauty. When all you see is discourse, chaos, danger, injustice… it’s hard to see the forest through the sleaze. So here is a tiny bit of beauty, just for today –