Beyond Pearly Gates and Picket Fences

I am writing this blog out of a profound sense of grief; almost like a parent who does her best to parent her child only to find that her child develops into someone she can no longer recognize, and she constantly thinks about where she went wrong, or if it was something she had said to the child, or didn't say, while it was growing. This blog is for those who like stories and never stop listening, even between the raindrops...

HERE'S A STORY

There is so much good in the world, yet some of us can't find it.
There is so much love in the world, yet some of us can't feel it.
There's always enough to go around but we don't spread it.
Why are we so selfish and possessive?
Why do we allow others to feel isolated and do nothing about it?
Love and kindness are free, yet we don't share it.
Life doesn't have to suck for those who don't have IT.
People who are hurting often show it, yet we turn and look the other way.
Pain is universal, yet specific.
Pain is individual, yet affective.
Can't we, each individual, take time to listen?
Can't we take time to hear the silenced stories?
Can't we say "fuck you" to social differences?
It's complicated, but it doesn't have to be, if we, each individual, won't let it.