Brr is the comment when walking outdoors, especially when compared to the temperature of the home from which one emerged. Inside one finds laughter, but no tears, only a constant cuddling of babies and playing games while translating as best as possible the rather esoteric sentences of some. At the same time, one was absolutely amazed at the statements issuing forth from a 3-year-old, wise and appropriate but so conducive and inducive of laughter contained within so as not to possibly offend the speaker!
No tears, unless brought on by the laughter. There is nothing as refreshing and energizing as watching little ones explore new worlds and cause adults to see the old in new ways. It also makes one think of the responsibilities we have towards these wee ones, to provide for a future of health and happiness, of dreams fulfilled and opportunities theirs for the taking, a world of peace.
The concern felt dilutes some of the joy and laughter, as we hope that we are not conducting these little ones into a future of continued hate and oppression, of the viability and vitality of eternal JewHatred that never seems to go away. How are we to collate the mixed emotions and formulate an optimistic outlook for them? I have not the slightest idea for all suggestions are moot unless and until we all come to a sudden stop and reboot ourselves and the world.
Unless and until we apply brakes on our current paths and turn to a rather saner approach to life and to differences of opinion and any other differences which are totally over emphasized in manners and ways totally contrary to life as it should be. No matter creed, religion, ethnicity, color of skin or any other manufactured differences amped and ramped up to fever levels.
The first step would be to take inner accounting of oneself and of the world at large. What do I, as a unique individual, truly believe in my heart and soul, what I know is in my mind and brain, yet somehow manage to deny for the sake of ... what? Furthermore, is that same behavior, that same dichotomy of inner belief and outer belief to be found in mankind in general?
What would it take to convince all to be honest with themselves and all others, to be open to words of trust and similarity, of twinned goals and hopes, of wishes and desires of all for their chidden. To know that it is far better to do this in fair paths, open to all, rather than leaving behind those left to wander in hunger and fear, in cold and heat, in fear for their very lives and for their families.
Is it not better to accept that the differences we highlight mean we are failing the test the Good Lord has set before us - the acknowledgement that the outer differences are minor, meant to be overlooked and minimized for the similarities within and without. That we allow our frailties and misunderstandings to overcome that which we know is true and that we know is peculiar only to the education and opinions passed on to us, or swallowed whole by us in our need for some kind of confidence, some sense of control rather than anomie and havoc.
If that feeling is to come only via hate and prejudice, allowing for inclusion of selves into the whole of society, at least the one wherein we are contained, then we say, so be it. We point to a future time when remediation might be possible. to acknowledge that the good Lord who created us all had a meaning behind the outer differences. Those differences acknowledged of and in and with the truth would be a giant step for mankind. Not only do great giant steps occur on the moon, but also take place, perhaps even more importantly within the heart and souls of mankind, of humanity refreshed, pure and clean.
Once again, pipe dreams. I wonder if there are others out there with the same dreams, the same perhaps naive, even dumb hopes, that one, day, one day, we can fix the world, shake it out until it retakes the form in which it was created, before mankind twisted it all around, until we have reached the current state of being. An ugly compilation of humanity who hate themselves, and others even more. A world denied the route of sustainability by the inhabitants upon it.
One day, one day.
Why must it wait until it is too late? Why do we allow the idealism of the young to be poisoned, turned away from its innate goodness and imbued with the perversion of twisted minds lost hopelessly to that evil? Why must we wait for the idealism to return to the young, those now seniors in society, to remember the truth, to understand eternal truths rather than selfish harmful ones empty of anything of true and lasting values. Those G-d meant us to emulate.
Those from which we, as individuals, and we, as humanity at large, have wandered far from, left behind in the midst of delusionary thoughts and negative outcome.
Yesterday, today, and tomorrow.
Why must we remember and practice the worst of yesterdays,
retain it as we live our todays,
and allow the possibility of its tainting of the tomorrows?
Those tomorrows belong to our young, those we watch with love and laughter, with hopes and dreams.
We must not ruin it for them even as we have ruined it for ourselves.
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