My Mother has had a new political idea. It is known as purple. Blue and Red have not filled all of our needs. So now we will embrace our beliefs how they are. I do not believe that everyone is either on fully one team, or fully another. I have joined my family on purple. The place that you do not to have day or night views. You can have dusk and dawn. The light will not be so blinding. The darkness, not too impenetrable. We can band together some more people. Not everyone is an extremist. The majority of people are not going to do something as extreme as shooting someone. That just isn’t how all of us are.
But that is what pops out in the headlines are the extremists. You are sad. Lonely. Clinging on to what you have left. You look for reassurance. You see your phone. You see social media. What you do then is up to you. Do you really feel that you are doing the right thing? If you are going to get into this garbage, you’d better be able to argue with yourself better than the other side. If you aren’t able to do that, then either work towards it, or stay out of it. You don’t have to view other people as enemies if they voted different. The whole world is watching us. Not just the united states.
I have a poem that I wrote myself that I would like to share today:
A Land With Flowers
Our clarity of the world is fogged with mist,
As humans’ minds bend and twist.
Come hither, now my child, and do not let yourself be crushed by the weight of the world,
Come hither to me, I say, and fill your mind with hopes, hopes for a land with flowers.
A land with generosity,
A land with pure honesty,
A land with kindness and faith.
Do not only hope my darling, for this new land that is filled with flowers,
You must take action,
Your vision is covered by mist, but do not give up.
The seeds are planted , but you have to water them, child. Water
them, child, and they will bloom.
The seeds are planted , but you have to water them, child. Water them, child, and they will bloom.
Make the world a better place. Make a land with flowers