Heavy

I feel immensely heavy today. It is one of those days where the world’s true colors seem to shine through; only they aren’t colorful. They are messy and dark, they are shades of grays and often they are entirely black. I sympathize for this day. I want to pick it up and hold it while it sobs into my shirt and I want to tell this day that it will be okay, that it gets better from here. I want to believe that this day will change the course of the days before it. Yet this heaviness won’t let me truly believe that.

I’ve discovered a flaw within myself that I know will have a drastic toll on my life, and today it is more prominent than ever. That one flaw is that I cannot sit back in the face of injustice, and I cannot accept that “bad things happen.” I can’t ignore headlines. When I was little, my mother always warned me about the man in the park with a car full of puppies, or the man in the playground with candy in his truck. She told me never to listen to this man because he would kidnap me. But nobody, not even my mother, ever warned me about the world; that the things I can’t ignore, the evil present on nearly every newspaper headline or trending social media tag, will steal my peace of mind and with it, my being.

So now I’m sitting here questioning modern-day existence. I’m wondering where it all went wrong. When did boys begin to believe that they could get away with their wrongdoings because of their gender? Then there was the dog video I came across on my feed not five minutes ago: a pup with his brains scattered across the ground in China by a patrol officer. Or that video last week of the woman in Africa with one child on her back, the other on her arm, as she was put into a line and shot at by men behind machine guns, her body left to rot beside her infant children.

But it’s okay, everyone. Because did you see that meme with the laughing cat? The world is at peace once again.

I feel I must do something, and so I tell myself: become a journalist, take photos, tell the harsh truth, make a difference, and leave your name in people’s mouths. But then I remember the thousands who have done just that, only to have their impact forgotten, lost in the ever-changing world.

I don’t have a solution, so I suppose this is rather depressing. I’m merely sad, heavy, and at the same time, empty. How, tell me, can one be both heavy and empty at once?

1 thought on “Heavy”

  1. Very insightful and profound observations of the world around us… many sit back and let their shock, concerns or horror lay dormant and unaddressed. It is noble to, not to sound like a cliche, “be apart of the change you want to see in the world today.” To seek to bring about awareness and evoke change. A person who wants to act cannot allow the fight to defeat them before they begin; take the steps forward and rally support. Any step forward is just that, a step forward… any support gained is suppprt. Small victories in the eod can yield big returns…. push forward- and don’t let the darkness fill you, weigh you down and make you drown in despair. Fight the fight but don’t let the beauty, yes there are beautiful people, places and things in this world, slip by unnoticed or your world will be consumed with the darkness. Live, love, be the beautiful caring person you are and strive to make this world a better place for everyone….. as a journalist your voice and vision can influence many in your generation- you have the right perspective , vision and heart to be a leader to your generation, don’t let the darkness of the world swallow you up before you start….

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