Today
is one of the days in the year, for me, when I have a hard time with
all of the feelings that make me want to scream into satellite bullhorn,
blasting all of the windows of all of the Narcissists in the world,
both who I've known and who I haven't met, for the damage they have done
and keep doing. The Narcissists through the generations who have turned
innocent children into shells of themselves and/or into Narcissists
themselves, sending the damage down through each generation and across
worlds. Tearing apart lives and families and communities and countries.
Twisting what could and should be joyous celebration and togetherness
into some convoluted ape-domination display and manipulation
competition. Trashing and disrespecting all the effort, sacrifice and
love so many worked so hard for, so their descendants could have better,
freer lives. Sabotaging the well-being, growth and futures of the
children around them just for their own ego issues, and breaking the
hearts of anyone who cares about them just to get a fix of control and
supremacy. The anger that boils inside of me because of all that I've
witnessed, all that I've seen my own child go through, all that I've
been through myself, and watching what other people go through in their
personal lives and the larger community is palpable and burns inside.
It has to come out somehow, and I'm not going to turn into one of THEM
and take it out on other people, so I write, and I write. The pen is
mightier than the sword, it always has been and always will be. MUCH
mightier. The hand holds one sword, but the mind holds countless words
and ideas.
My friend Rick Winsor suggested that this stage in human
"evolution" is a process that is leading to something much better. I
like how I feel when I believe that, so thank you my friend.
