“Twenty years was yesterday, and yesterday was just earlier this morning, and morning seemed light-years away.” – Andre Aciman TWENTY YEARS? Two decades? I sit here and wonder…HOW? W asn’t it just yesterday?...because the pain is still so fresh. But wasn’t it forever ago?...because it seems like a 100 years since I’ve heard your laugh or seen your smile? I’ve felt rather morose for a few months now, knowing today was peeking up over the horizon at me in 2023. It has weighed heavily on me. I’ve spent so much time of late, wondering if is morbid to memorialize the day we lost you – or even disrespectful to invest so much emotion in remembrance of the last moments we had with you. Maybe it is more appropriate to remain taciturn, or better yet maybe simply let the day pass with no mention of the sadness it evokes. But somehow, that hurts worse. Oh, Dad! I miss you so much. You were a b...
No. I'm NOT ok. You should not be ok, either. It isn't as simple as moving forward and respecting each other and each other's opinions. If you in anyway supported or voted Trump back into office, you are not my friend. You voted for HATE You voted for BIGOTRY You voted for DECEIT You voted for FACISM You voted for CRUELTY You voted for GREED You voted for EVIL You voted against DEMOCRACY You voted against FREEDOM You voted against EQUALITY You voted against KINDNESS You voted against HUMANITY You voted against PEACE You voted against me. But worse... You voted against yourself. When I look at what just happened, I am most heart broken and OUTRAGED to clearly see a fatal flaw in some humans. It isn't just about being a good human - you know: kind, empathetic, understanding, helping, telling the truth, etc. - It's a matter of MORAL ETHICS. You know "moral ethics...the internal rules that make you who you are ...
(My Personal Fallout from the Drama That Was the Nomination, Hearing and Confirmation Brett M. Kavanaugh - October, 2018) Life is a large collection of instances, events, choices and moments; fragments of a whole...a whole life. Each little piece, whether whole, cracked, broken or shattered, individually reflects or refracts - yet makes up the larger whole. My life, the way I live, my goals, and who I am are a result of all my collected experiences. Individually, they don't define me yet they collectively play a role and contribute to the person that I am today. To respect me as an individual, is to respect my collection of individual experiences for they are my truth and they belong to me alone. And, furthermore, respecting each other is paramount while living within any society. Without respect, there is but chaos. The past week has been an intense emotional rollercoaster for me. It has taken m...
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