I had an epiphany tonight as I wept for the world in my husband’s arms..and he helped me come to it. I cannot change the world. People will never care about that which they do not see and refuse to look at. The only activism that will ever truly happen will be what the propaganda/news tells the herd of sheep to partake in. It reminds me of the soldiers who liberated camps in Germany…in awe that neighboring villages ignored the smell of burnt flesh…the atrocities accuring right next to them. So long as the propaganda given to them was comforting, they cared not what befell their fellow man. Willful ignorance. Human nature.
I cannot break the wheels of the machine. I can’t discuss this stuff anymore because most people simply do not care. All I can do is try to be the best person I can be, help who I can…and weep for those forgotten and suffering. Unless it benefits our elite financially to point out who is doing what, they wont. Our overlords commit crimes agaist humanity to live posh lives….and we sit in silence so they may do so.
I am going to lose my mind if I sit here any longer writing corrupt politicians about human rights violations and America selling it’s soul for the 1% to benefit. It has gone unanswered, and it is chipping away at my heart. I can’t go on every day with my soul feeling like Alice did in the moment before she lept to her death in the Last Of The Mohicans. My Uncas is still alive. I can’t save the world, but I can give everything I have to making him happy.