The Truth Hurts

This plane is definitely the hottest plane I have ever sat in. We are sitting in the terminal waiting to fill up and to get sorted. We are sardines in a can, flying across the Ocean, every one of us on an adventure of some sort. Hot sardines in a can (update- Air-Con happened when we got going, currently in Montreal, waiting for my connecting flight to Ottawa) and how very lucky we are. I just read that there was another suicide bomber, another airport massacre, this time in Turkey. For a brief second while I was waiting at the gate I thought "That could have happened to us! This could happen right now!" But I can't spend my time worrying about being decimated in an airport. More and more, I realize how precious our moments are. This could all be taken away in a split (explosive) second, so I had better be grateful. I truly don't feel a lot about this horrid event, I can't help but wonder WHY? I am not an un-feeling robot kind, I am an artist, open to the world and it's emotions, but somehow, reading the news and/or seeing the horror online/on TV just makes me shake my head and scroll along. Yes, I am privileged because I don't (think) I know any of the dead and I am apathetic because these murderers are making these events seem too normal. "Oh. Another religious zealot wore a B-word?" Huh.... Again? Huh. I think it's disgusting that this behaviour is almost considered normal. I am disgusted in myself. A great deal of my FB 'friends' are sending out 'Love and prayers' to those injured and to the families who lost Loved ones, spending all of twenty seconds commenting on a brutal act, then scrolling along and in almost the same breath laughing at some toddler with an entire tube of lipstick smeared on their face. Ha. Let's not lie to ourselves people, this shit is real and is happening a few hours away to people who might have posted a photo of their (now deceased/blown-up) kid with lipstick all over their face!! Harsh, yes!! But yeah, take that twenty seconds out of your busy day to send Love and prayers. Seriously though, what in the hell can we do about this?? Say nothing instead? Be thankful we were not harmed (yet?) This is getting out of hand and I feel helpless. So yeah, I guess I do feel SOMEthing... Apathetic, helpless and most certainly privileged....

"Die you stupid bastards!" How's that for sending 'prayer vibes' across the sea?

Jeepers. Sorry for all this angst and anger but somebody has to be geniunely angry, it seems to be the best way to get things done, kindness 'Love and prayers' certainly don't seem to be working.

So yeah, scratch that first response of feeling nothing and scrolling along....

Change can only start with ME so I had better smile more, stop and smell the roses more, eat whatever I want, whenever I want and not feel guilty about it about it more, wear the purple hat more, DANCE more, stop caring about what other people think about me more, SING more, hug more, write more, LISTEN and learn more and the best of all, tell my Loved ones I Love them more.

Because you never know when your time is gonna come. Because you never know when that crazy B-word, gun-toting psycho is going to walk around that corner....

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