Written Whispers

To be a writer is to be of many minds it seems. I can move easily and flawlessly from one to another. My speech and dialect can change at the drop of a hat along with my passions, fears, and motivations. I will have many names and faces, pasts, and presents.

I need not be one person at any one moment for I can be many. I can be an entire world if I so desire it and wield my pen skillfully enough. I can be as dark as I desire with no consequences, creating plot holes and road blocks for the others or I can be a person of light. Solving the problems and making timely decisions.

I can be the hero, the fallen, or the villain. I can be any gender or none. I can be a child, adult, an elder, or even the dead. I can kill myself over and over again only to be reborn in another form with the next sentence.

I am my characters and they are me. I haven’t experienced first hand a lot of the things they have but through them I can travel this world or a world of my own creation. I can know what it’s like to stand against all odds or to buckle under pressure. I can go on adventures of sit in a single paragraph slowly revealing information word by word while keeping you in utterly infuriating suspense.

I am a writer. My pen gives me something similar to multiple personality disorder and I enjoy every minute of it. I don’t think I could stand to be stuck within one mind, one body, one world, or one life. I want to experience it all and that’s what keeps me clicking away at the keyboard.

Where have all the heroes gone? The true under dogs, the rebels, the weaklings, and the invisible? The ones you’d pick last to bet on? The only ones who will step up to the plate in the end?

When did we suddenly need to be ‘super’ to fight against all odds and stand for what we believe in? When did we suddenly need cool gadgets and wacky costumes to prove our moral value?

When did bad guys suddenly need to be obvious? More so- when did we decide exactly what a bad guy looks like? From the raccoon mask and crazy grin to the modern turban and a funny accent? How did we fall so far that we need the bad guys to explain their plans in order for us to understand?

When did we decide that we were the good guys and everyone else was bad? And when did we decide that there were only two sides? In fact- when did we decide that we even had to be on a side at all?!

When did black and white become black and white? Are they really that obvious or are true darkness and light more subtle? When the frail man with a kind smile singing the praise of his god suddenly starts molesting children- doesn’t that seem just a little more than grey? What about when mere school children start taking guns to school and waging a war of their own?

Are they just trying to redraw the border? Rediscover it? Or are the sides only an illusion now? A product of our society because we know no other way? Is making them obvious just our way of placating ourselves because we really don’t have a clue what’s right and wrong anymore?

When did mothers start beating that which they brought into the world? When did fathers start beating mothers they love? When did we start calling the homeless: bums but become willing to pay the five cents a day to an organization that may have no merit to feed people in a country we’ve never heard of?

When did we stop caring that our children ‘experiment’ a little with this and that because experimenting is ‘normal’? When will we stop being hypocrites, liars, verbal abusers, and just about everything else that is said to make us human? If that’s true why the hell would we even want to be human in the first place?!

When did we start having to protect people from themselves? Protect them from protecting themselves?

Where did all the heroes go? Where, and when, and why? I only ask because the hour is late, the problem obvious, and the borders drawn. Now is the time for a hero.

So where are they?

Are we even worth saving? Or is it our turn to step up before it’s too late?

I feel good today. Part of me wants to get up, blare some music, and go dance randomly in the middle of the living room singing nonsense. I would too if hunny weren’t sleeping.

It’s a strange feeling the universe. All that energy all connected yet presented in different forms, to feel it you merely need to acknowledge it. There is beauty in the vibrations of the solar system, theologians of old called them the song of the spheres. A great wave of tiny movements and vibrations between energy and matter that coexist in all things keeping our known world together.

Stars burn distantly in the night sky. Many already burnt up before their light even reaches our eyes like the memory of a deceased love one. Going on even after, their light reaching out for us merely to delight our humanity.

We breath and our breath, CO2, becomes the breath of trees and their breath comes ours again as Oxygen. Beautiful symphony, working in harmony. Our of all the things we humans have manages to screw up we still breath into the trees and they still breath into us. Universal laws overcome all man made things in the end.

When what we call the world- civilization, law, government, and our way of life, has ended and many things lay in ruins the earth will still go on. If we set off the nukes (or get hit by an asteroid) and everyone dies either as a result of the explosion or the latter radiation the earth will still be there. She will eventually heal herself and some bit of bacteria in a pool of murky water may yet start human life over again to repeat the same mistakes.

If the earth freezes or floods from us destroying the atmosphere or global warming- yes, we will die but the earth will continue on. Either as a block of ice or consistent ocean front property she will survive and refresh herself. With no humans things may eventually even back out and alas ‘civilization’ may yet begin again in the murky pool.

No matter what we do the earth will still be here in one form or another. We are merely parasites she allows to live here. Some people say the earth can take care of it’s self. They’re right. She can, but in the end if we do nothing it will be us who die. Our race, our world. If you care nothing for yourselves than do nothing. If you care nothing for the earth fine, she doesn’t need you obviously.

If you do care for both yourself and the earth than do something. Don’t wait for the government to do it. We are all people. We all live here, and we can all die here if we don’t act. Politicians are people just like us, abet richer and more privileged. We have to take action too. We can just sit around and wait for them. Mother earth certainly won’t wait for us.