A lot of us look for ways to believe that good is possible in the world even when there is anger and disappointment with reality. As the American government chooses to sell its people to the highest bidder, we are faced with a big fuck you from the folks elected to protect us. Even after more than 90,000 people signed an ACLU petition against allowing broadband companies to sell our private data (March 2017 ACLU email), the House sent this decision to the President (Washington Post March 29, 2017). Still, many of us trust that justice wins in the end, that the greater prosperity is worth individual challenges. It's why we watch hero movies, read inspiring stories on the Internets, take words or symbols to heart. We want to believe in a meaning, and sometimes we hope that others will guide us to this sense of purpose. We might feel alive around these people, their images, or the way they tell a story. They might display something to us that we didn't believe existed anymore or ever, or maybe they show us how to believe when we feel like giving up.
Beacons and sirens, these personalities can also agitate. If you come at life with lenses for different types of abuse, beacons and sirens can seem like they're everywhere all the time day in day out. It can become overwhelming and life may occasionally appear out of control. Education, experience, all that and we might still find ourselves in fresh mazes of anxiety or despair. Being mature, wise, and able doesn't mean that problems go away. People will likely still act like jerks, and it will be up to you how you make your way through the thick of unconscious that lives in our world. Your despair may dabble in suicidal ideation. The relief your brain seeks may start with a self-harm visualization, a form of freedom for souls that feel helpless or trapped. This is extreme anxiety. It is likely a scary manifestation for those who do not travel the same neural pathways. People often do not want to hear the nitty gritty of why others might want to hurt themselves. It's too much for many, which is pretty understandable given that it's hard to hear the pain of another, especially when it arrives with violent visuals or statements about wanting life to cease.
It's true that sometimes emotions are too much for other people. Who really wants to listen to someone loudly agonize or rant for any substantial or continued duration? For that matter, who wants to listen to anyone talk at length about him or herself as a primary form of communication? It's true that each of us plays a part in every interaction we have in life. Whether we're prepared or educated, supported or antagonized, nurtured or ignored by the people in our lives, our moment-to-moment choice is whether we're connected with belief. We get to choose what belief means for us, and we get to choose how we act in every single second based on this bond between us and belief.
Through good times and bad, Dear Reader, may you know the truth of life. May you seek and find those who can hear you, help you. May you feel connected with and believe in that part of yourself that knows and loves all of you. May you rest in the fullness of breath and act with confidence.
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