I'm looking for justifications and I know they will not come. I'm desperately wondering how we can lose so many precious lives over and over and over and over again and nothing changes. I'm wondering why I'm on Instagram and all I see are hashtags for prayers. Nothing more and nothing less. Lives are ending, children are being executed and people are still concerned about offending people with differing opinions. Well my friends, I'm happy to say that is over for me. No longer will I seek to preserve yours or hers or his comfort at the expense of screaming, kicking and yelling for those within power to make a change. How can we sit complacent, feeling like there is no answer?
Why does it have to be one or the other? Why must it be access to bump stocks and semi automatic weapons OR the complete repeal of our second amendment?
Yea, it doesn't actually.
People are profiting off the fear drummed up by the idea of elimination of an amendment. The amendment--while may make little sense to some--is tied to the life blood of America: freedom. Freedom of religion, freedom to own land, freedom to be (of course this has sexual, racial, and gender ties but that can be addressed in a different time). If one falters then our entire way of life is theoretically in jeopardy.
But I cannot get this question out of my mind:
Why is his right to bear arms greater than those 17 people's right to life?
Why are we preserving that right with such aggressive fervor when people, children, are being executed in broad daylight and WE DO NOTHING.
I feel sick writing this. I haven't been able to think of much else in the past few days. Anticipation of the cyclical rhetoric made my stomach churn: thoughts and prayers, this isn't the time to talk about it, mental health, bad things happen no matter what, bad guys do things no matter what, regulations leads to elimination.
This is not true. These are phrases coined and repeatedly rattled off by men and women who are profiting millions and millions of dollars off the preservation of the status quo. The NRA own these congresspeople. The exact people we elect to represent us and maintain the common welfare of the public. How are daily murders maintaining welfare? They aren't... but they're allowing a small number of people to sit pretty. They'll throw out liberal/conservative bullshit to drum up their base, get people talking in the same circles over and over again, and eventually they bank on the fact that it's just so tiring. Too tiring to keep up. People get distracted by other tragedies or craziness happening. They go back to living their life. It's far enough away from us personally where we can disengage when it is just too much.
But what about every single family member of every single person gunned down? They can never disengage. They will never be far enough away from it. And every single time another shooting happens, they have to relive their nightmare all over again.
All while certain people are getting paid to do nothing. To let our children continue to die. My head is spinning writing this. It's hard to reign in my anger and pure disbelief over such a blatant, LOUD injustice happening around us.
I refuse to believe this is a partisan issue. I will not accept the same arguments that people love throwing out:
I encourage us all to call our senators. We can ask them to do something. We can tell them we will not be voting for them if they accept money from the NRA. We can donate to the Brady Campaign, EveryTown, and Moms Demand. Educate yourself. Listen to others. Engage in conversations. Speak up and out and don't be afraid of being labeled something by weak or intimidated people. Maybe we don't agree on every single sentence I just wrote. That's amazing, good, we should talk about it. But this insane loss of life is not normal and I refuse to remain quiet because maybe we aren't clones and don't think the exact same about everything.
Sending love from the tiny yellow house under the pines <3
In this post I was talking really briefly about how we often times tell ourselves we can't do something or a goal is too crazy and unattainable to even go for it. The author of the book club book ("Runner") seems to live without fear of judgement or failure and had dang that, to me, is living free.
Without even realizing it we can remove ourselves from opportunities. Whether we don't like thinking of failure or maybe we fear of the unknown. Just not knowing what could go right or wrong can be enough to settle in to our comfort bubbles. Some of us probably just a solid love of comfort zones and it takes a LOT of energy and effort to step outside that. There's a lot in life we can self-select out of. I, personally, have grown fed the ef up with my own habit of doing this--sometimes I don't even realize it happened until Brian encourages me to rethink an off-hand comment or a small grumble about "I could never really do that". When someone else is helping keep you stay accountable it becomes really impossible to ignore. And then that can start your wondering why couldn't I do it? What in me thinks I'm not strong enough or bold enough or courageous enough?
It was probably a few months ago when I was confronted by my fear of a mundane life. I'm really terrified to one day wake up, 45 years old, a few kids deep and wondering what the heck happened to my life. For some reason marrying young (I'll be 24 when Brian and I get hitched) really ties into this. My own independence and desire to do scary things feels awkwardly confronted by this moment marker of marriage. I should note how ironic this is; Brian is probably the reason I do most of the things that freak me out or seem too big to accomplish. Anytime I mutter "I don't know...I don't know if I could" he's right there encouraging and challenging me.
Anyway, this fear created a lot of stir in our house. Lots of goals and dreaming and planning. We set our intention for the new year as simple and clear: organize, pay down debt, simplify, less screen time, and health. These felt like the perfect foundation to let our growth and goals rest on. But then I started to think personally about what I wanted to accomplish; we're very adamant that we don't compromise our own dreams for each other.
I hope someone started singing HSM in their head when they read that title.
Hi hello! This can be considered the very first and very official post here on Run Wild && Be and that is a little bit terrifying but also very exciting. Some people may have been seeing some posts pop up on their Facebook or Instagram feeds from me in the past few months from a weebly account. These were small moments I was sharing in a particular creative experiment with myself. I tend to be a bit of an over-committer and an under-follow-througher but had been facing an internal desire to create more. So I started a free blog and began posting whenever it felt right. It was a lot of fun and it was exciting to see a productive space for the photos and stories I have been wanting to share.