Sad Story Life

Sad Story Life

 

As I look back on the post I have littered the internet with, I wonder what direction I’m trying to take. When I began I thought surely this would be the outlet for the many plucky tales I often spin on my own an opportunity to let the world in a little. But as I have endeavored each week to think of some new subject that I feel is worth sharing. I find that not all my tales are plucky or any good. Not that I think that this is a bad thing I find writers as people are self-centered and loud if not in manner but thought as well. I have tried to keep things as lively as possible for I do not wish to make people to want to go jump off a bridge. But on a personal note I try hard not to read anything that doesn’t have a happy ending to it, many avid readers and hardcore emotionalist are shaking their heads right about now. The reason for this is for me tragedy surrounds us and I often have a deep relationship with the characters I write about because they were born from my mind so of course I wish only the best for them. So when I read of sadness in story’s its real to me as real as it can get, somewhere out there in the immensity of the world is a Narnia. I like to take a mental break from the sadness of the world and laugh. But then there are those weeks where it’s almost an insult to the crying world to be happy and smiling. I find that this is one of those weeks. So begins the story. (Forgive the bitter taste but this week that is all I have tasted)

 

Flipping on the news the happy voices of the news casters radiates familiarity. As I sit sipping my coffee watching the many atrocity’s flash before my eyes, children pale and dying from an attack by the government sworn to protect them chemicals poured upon the innocent children as the slept. Gasping for air and the hugs of a mother no longer there only a bundle wrapped in a white sheet a number no longer human. But all is well here, all is safe these heavy handed things glided over like a model crossing the street gently skirting around the puddle before her feet. Smiling the news caster is conveying that this is normal and on to the next news story one not as depressing, their voices calm and warm as if convincing the many others watching that it was okay to go to work today. Never mind about the possibilities of such a thing happening again or the fact that a disturbed young man walked into a school carrying an assault weapon that was yesterday’s news.  Never mind that a fourteen yr. old girl was missing for two years and was never reported missing, or that our world seems to be in agony as it swallows land, cry’s  glaciers and rages in fires. Yes I will forget all that and slip into my routine of life. Coffee now, work later, bills and frugality constantly battling. Yes those tear streaked faces only sadden me for a minute till the lead news caster changes the subject with that cheap ass smile. Like a rich man sucking on his duck bones and speaking off the annoyance of the beggars on the street his mouth lined with grease “Those damned beggars, all with their palms raised as if expecting something from me. They have two legs why don’t they use them and get jobs.” All the other down feathered heads nodding in agreement. “Indeed, Indeed”.  Another day another blood soaked dollar. Looking at my watch I realize that my job calls the bills scream and my stomach rumbles I have no time for other things. Let them solve themselves they always do.

Although I'm not one to dwell on the depressing things (I take meds for that) I feel that as people we should take a minute to reflect on the realities of life and look beyond the protective barriers we create.