I am not a cynic

I don’t sugar coat my writing. Just read and reflect.

I don’t know if I can be a journalist because when tragic news events happen, they consume my mind … more so than the average person. I hate seeing sadness in thew world, and I hate knowing there is nothing I can do to make it go away. I hate seeing the anger and hatred it brings out in people. I wish people would substitute their anger with patience and love.

If you know me you know I rarely, if ever, voice my opinion on anything. I am putting myself out on a limb here — not sure how it will be interpreted.

I don’t know anyone else like me. I feel sympathy for everyone, whether you are the victim or the murderer. There is a place in my heart for you because I know that everything happens for a reason. I can’t control the actions of those “bad” people in the world, but being angry and wishing  they suffer a painful death does not make me a better person…it does not bring peace to my soul or the world I live in. It just emphasizes hatred and disregard for others.

I have my ideal world in my head: everyone loves one another, there is no judgment, no ignorance, no hatred. The problem is this ideal world will never exist.

I don’t know what to do. Through actions, one person can make a difference, but through reason, one cannot. My ideology of loving all, no matter their actions, is rare. I’ve  yet to meet another person who would truly sees the good in everyone as I do.

I know. I know. I’m cliché.

Sometimes I feel like a Miss Universe contestant. All I really want is world peace, but what steps must be taken to get there. Is it even possible anymore? Has society lost all morale? Has humanity lost all hope?

 

Unlike Gandhi and Martin Luther King, I don’t think just one person can really have make a huge impact for change and justice; at least not me.

 

There are just so many things I see in my daily life; things that trigger sadness, but what can I do to correct these injustices?

A poor janitor taking pride in his job; smiling with his crooked teeth;
just surviving another day of financial hardships.

A small emaciated boy overseas;
bloody images of war,
dead bodies.

A teenage child thrown into gang life,
with no escape, no hope
they say he won’t amount to a thing.

An honest Hispanic man
trying to provide the American dream for his children,
being followed by the police
simply,
because of his skin color.

A white man, plotting to kill a black man of power;
his mind poisoned by ignorance

A veiled woman, enduring stares of those she passes.
Her faith no different than theirs.

What can I do to put a smile on these people’s face?
What can I do to make every person I encounter feel special?
What can I do to make people understand we are all the same?
What has to be done so they don’t give up; so they know there’s always hope?

Peace.
Is it just a state of mind?
Will it ever exist?