Assignment: Write a stream of consciousness post. All of you are wonderful writers so I know there will be no shortage of words. Remember, don’t pretty this up too much, just check for gross spelling errors and such–ie. don’t use ain’t unless you are speaking in a particular vernacular that would make it appropriate.
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As I type, my 3 yr old sits next to me, asking “Mom, what are you typing?” That’s a good question. My response is fitting for this challenge. “Oh, just something” I tell her. Because it’s true. We’re challenged to just let the words flow. You’re probably looking at the time and wondering why she’s awake at nearly 11pm at night. Well, she’s sick. Her older sister started up with this cold-like thing first. And earlier today, this little one was coughing away too. I just pray that the baby escapes unscathed. (My throat is now sore as well. Maybe if I don’t say it out loud, it’ll vanish into the night??)
It’s been a most interesting week on my Facebook page. All sorts of inspirational pictures and hilarious statuses. Three births from various friends and a few more babies on the way for others. No bad news this week, which has been nice. But there have also been serious talk of things. Like a murder, but no one has been charged, even though there is a probable someone. I also read a most disturbing story this week.
This “Hunger Games” movies is playing in theatres. (Apparently, it’s based on a book or maybe series of books? I’m not familiar with the title at all). One article that I read showed absolute disgust and repulsion from some moviegoers all because some of the characters in the film weren’t exactly what they’d pictured. The looks of the characters was a complete shock to them, even though the movie seems to match what is described in the book. And they hated the movie all because of that.
Naturally, it got me thinking. When things happen differently from what I picture in my mind, do I rebel? Do I show hatred and repulsion towards others because they might be different than me? Everyone’s different than me. Even my husband and children. Sure, my girls have some physical traits from me, some personality traits too. But after that, they’re completely different. Is that reason enough for hate?
NO!!
There’s my answer. I was also very thankful this week that I have love in my life and in my heart. Love reaches so much farther than hate. Hatred is debilitating; it limits life, cutting it short. Love, on the other hand, is like sweet-smelling fertilizer for healthy growth. I don’t want to live life bitterly, always scrutinizing things from a negative angle. I prefer to live freely and openly, embracing change and differences. Celebrating the things that make us all unique.