Disarmageddon

Many have watched in disbelief through a finite prism of media and most have drawn conclusions; though few have actively chosen their recourse.

Doomsayers everywhere will proclaim “This is the end of us!” And some will prepare for it; living their lives under the grim watch of fear-mongers. The few plotting unequivocal oppression of the starving many. No respectable society is built without this premise.

Some will shout words into the wind, hurtling them into the universe as they raise their fists in the kind of rage reserved only for the deepest wounds. Trauma-fueled fists and insults punched above the crowds, all done and said, in the name of their brand of divinity. Some will pray to their gods, bend the knee in feigned submission to the will of (place name of your deity[s] here).

The devils of men want us to be afraid; it is of great usefulness to them.

I have always preferred the role of actor to that of the spectator. I found more meaning in heartfelt creation as opposed to hollow narration. I will not walk the path of acceptance, or of ambivalence, but choose to courageously keep trying every day. To not just simply deny reality but be willing to believe “There’s got to be another way!”

Then I envisioned a better world possible; I spoke it into existence upon this very page. Where humans lay down their arms and listen to one another, reserving judgement, seeking to understand.

Disarmegeddon is possible.