Once, twice, perhaps many times, I’ve been told “Don’t make promises you can’t keep”
Which perhaps renders me hard of hearing (unlikely), overly optimistic (perhaps) or stubborn, pig-headed and unwilling to listen (most likely)
Because yesterday I promised (fie on me) to do better today – to post some ACTUAL Things of Thankful – ones which properly belong (not that the ones yesterday didn’t ‘belong’ but they mostly weren’t full of joy).
And I can’t. Not the whole list. Sorry.
Thankful I’m not here
Thankful for peace and quiet today
The ‘peace’ even went as far as the emotions, and it’s been a day of low-key, doing-nothing-ness. I’ve felt dull, and avoided thinking about the day and all it should have been. I’ve immersed myself in social media and the first chapter of something which may or may not turn out to be worthwhile…
Thankful for life
On this, the weekend I should’ve been having a baby, I’ve heard that my great aunty has died after a fall while out shopping, which left her with a head injury and in a coma. And another elderly relative has now been moved on to palliative care. Death is in the air.
Thankful for those who died fighting
I really am. Especially for those who were conscripted. For those who had no choice. For those who went young, considering it a glorious honour to die for their country. For those who kept liberty and freedom and peace as their principles.
But this is a subject which conflicts me so much, maybe because I’m so ignorant of it and have never been exposed to it. I can’t bring myself to view ‘them’ (whoever ‘they’ are at the time) as the enemy…
‘They’ are just people. As are ‘we’. Sons, husbands, fathers, daughters, wives, mothers…all hopped up on fighting for the cause and all sacrificed in the name of peace. And so the ripples move outwards to impact on the people who will miss them and hurt when they’re gone. In the meantime videos and photographs in the media show the carnage, the tears, the bleeding, the death and destruction of war, not to the Big Powers, but to the common man.
By accident of birth these people are on the ‘other’ side. By accident of birth ‘we’ aren’t. And whilst it’s easy (apparently) for those in power to act as Nations and sanction air strikes and retaliatory attacks or preventative measures, when I see these things in the media, I find myself saddened and sickened by the ways those in power exert themselves to cause harm. My human brothers and sisters around the world are being hurt by war, and I struggle to wear my poppy with pride, because I am part of a system which enables the ongoing fighting.
I saw a powerful quote about war the other day:
The other quote about war that I think is great (if rather tongue in cheek) is “Fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity” Widely attributed to George Carlin, it makes the point with humour and a certain amount of undeniability.
Thankful for the reality check of The Pale Blue Dot
Somehow, only discovered Carl Sagan for the first time EVER today. And had to share – you’ll see why.
Thankful these organisations exist
Although I think that these days, even though people (generally) sign up to join the forces of their own free will, the tragedy and travesty lies in the way they’re often treated upon their return to civvy street. There are too many stories of homeless veterans (too many stories of homeless anyone) and it sickens me. But this video was inspiring:
Thankful for ‘maybe’sHusby has a job interview next week. No idea how he’ll get to it, or how he’ll commute if he gets the job, but he’s done so well to get to this point, having asked on the offchance whether there were jobs going and being told by the company CEO (who he knows) “Yes, actually, and it would really suit you – please send us your CV”
Thankful for music
Even if I’m not sure whether it’s the melody, the harmony, the message or whatever else, I do love those moments when I realise I’ve fallen for a new (to me) song. I’ll play the heck out of it and eventually move on. This week’s one is particularly beautiful – just listen to those lyrics…
So in spite of broken promises and not a great deal of uplifting, I do hope I’ve made you think.
And to end on a note of fun and teasing – I now know what we’re doing to celebrate our 25th week (two weeks’ time – mark it in your diary) and it’s AWESOME.