According to some, the world as we know it will be coming to an end in four short days. While some people scoff at the notion, others are taking it seriously. I’m not sure what will happen on Friday but it seems to me that some sort of change is in order. Take a look around – our world is becoming horrific.
This weekend, I let my mind wander around the hallowed halls of Christmas time memories and traditions. In talking to my mother-in-law, she was telling us about what Christmas was like for her as a young girl. Their family didn’t have a lot of money and gifts didn’t cover the living room floor. They got one small gift each and sometimes had to share that one gift. The thing that struck me most was that she was remembering her Christmas’ fondly, there was no hurt feelings because she didn’t get a lot of “stuff”. Christmas for her generation was about family, being together and having a special time. That didn’t necessarily equate to things. On that note, I was raised differently. I was given every thing my heart could desire. My Christmas mornings were 5 hour long productions, marathon gift opening to be exact. I can’t imagine the debt my parents incurred trying to give me that. And you know what? I can’t recall with any clarity what I got on any of those Christmas mornings. All of that “stuff” has long since disappeared. My Christmas memories are more about going to Christmas functions, school plays and our own family traditions. It is difficult to break that cycle but it’s one I’m feeling like I need to break. I remember being a small child and the idea of Santa not bringing gifts because I was naughty was a real thing. Now, I think most children would roll their eyes and say “whatever”. That is what entitlement does to people.
I worry for those children who haven’t learned and are not learning good values, the satisfaction of hard work, are being seduced by fame and mostly who are not being held accountable for who they are and their actions. This past Friday, our nightmares came true. A young man walked into a school and murdered students and teachers alike. I believe that event and the subsequent media frenzy pretty well outlines exactly what is wrong with our world right now. Firstly, why did that man have such easy access to those weapons? Why can’t the US get it straight – you should NOT have the right to bear arms. Your arms laws are making it easier and easier for people to kill one another. Stop giving everyone a gun. It’s a bad idea. Secondly, stop making your health care systems for profit. These are the people of your nation. Take care of them. Stop picking wars with other countries and take care of your own.
I have a hard time writing about this subject because example after example after example of how messed up we are comes to mind. I simply can’t type fast enough to get it all out. The indignation, anger and deep sadness I feel for the state of humanity is close to unbearble.
That all being said, I have spent a considerable amount of time looking within myself to see if I am contributing to this incredible downward spiral or if I am trying to make it better. I think I am walking both lines. With the “end of the world” looming ever closer, I have been looking at my loved ones a little closer. I layed next to my husband last night and looked at him. Really looked at him, traced each line in his face with my eyes, breathed in the scent of him, put my feet on his and rubbed them just feeling him close to me. I spend so much of my time focussed on what’s not right, what needs to change and what isn’t getting done, I sometimes forget to just stop and enjoy being with him. Together we’ve faced incredible adversity, we’ve built a life together, we overcame incredible odds just to be together and we share a love that is deep. Sometimes I forget that regardless of life’s stresses, life’s worries and life’s horror, I have someone with me. That’s a lot more than a lot of people have. Again, with the end of the world looming, I have been hugging my kids more often, hugging them closer, tighter and longer. My son will be 14 in a few short weeks. The days of long hugs are going to come to an end. As he takes his first steps into young adult hood and I fight to keep him small, it will become tougher and tougher to live with one another. So I’m hugging him more and more. My little daughter. She is getting taller and taller and the “tween” years are not too far in the future. I am praying we get through those years a little better than my Mom did. I am praying that things are different than with our eldest daughter. I am praying she remembers how much we love her. Basically, I’m praying that our parenting is strong enough to get both my son and daughter through the next 5 years clean, successful and still alive. I worry about this more and more simply because of the state of our world.
So, whether or not the world will truly end at the tail end of this week has yet to be determined but I really believe that something needs to change. We, meaning humanity, simply can’t carry on the way we have been.