No Answers

I didn’t write last week. My wife took the day off (Valentine’s Day), and we spent some time hanging out, watching movies, eating too much chocolate. I planned to write, I really did.

Then, on the way back from some adventure or other, we stopped for a warm beverage at a place near our home. Waiting for our order, a breaking news story on the television caught our attention. Another school shooting had taken place, this time in Florida. I didn’t want to write after that.

I’ve spent most of the last week shifting through all sorts of emotions, and I’ll be the first to admit that many of my responses were irrational. I got into snarky debates with old friends, commiserated with like-minded allies, had flat out angry arguments with acquaintances and friends of friends. I stated opinions, backtracked on them, then restated them later. And while I certainly was not at my best, I watched on social media as people said far worse to each other. What an ugly event, and how unfortunate that tragedy brings out so much extra awfulness in us, in me.

Answers continue to elude me. I’m trying to be patient, to pay attention, to hope (but)…

…the tone hasn’t become any less terrible this week, and the rhetoric being tossed out, the flat out lies being spread about children sickens me. I honestly do not care what political ideology people cling to, and I certainly don’t pretend to have all the solutions or be correct in my assumptions (facts in my favor or not), but the vile behavior of adults towards young people is inexcusable.

Disagree with their political aims, but do so in a constructive manner. The world is certainly a callous place where most of the time what we want or need is irrelevant to it. Not ever situation turns out the way our kids might want, and we want them to learn to be resilient, but deliberate cruelty disguised as political debate destroys any opportunity for understanding or growth.

I still cling to the belief that humans are at their core, decent creations, and that at our best we can accomplish difficult things.

I also believe that the way to a happy and fulfilling life is pretty basic-Take care of yourself. Take care of each other.

That’s pretty much it.

 

 

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About Ryan Carty

There are some who call me, Tim?

6 responses to “No Answers”

  1. Liesbet @ Roaming About says :

    Your sentiment at the end sounds easy enough. But… It’s what people understand or believe “taking care of themselves” means, that causes all the trouble… I totally understand how you felt last week. These events happen way too often. No wonder writing inspiration lacks. Good to stay off social media sometimes, though. Let’s hope something will get done during the elections in the fall!!!

    • fenster says :

      I think taking care of yourself can certainly be misinterpreted, but honestly, it just means love yourself, be good to yourself, provide for yourself. Then do the same for others.

  2. jmh says :

    This news is so depressing, to put it mildly. Every day, there is more terrible news coming of the US, and it’s difficult to know what to do.

    Take the necessary break, my friend, but then return to your writing. The world needs your voice. We need as many positive, rational voices as we can get.

  3. Ellen @ The Cynical Sailor says :

    Events like this and the ensuing reactions are what makes me wish I still lived overseas. Reading the news is utterly depressing and saps whatever hope I have for the future. {Sigh}

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