In a World Less Jaded
“The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.”~~~William Shakespeare
There are days when I read the newspapers and watch cable news channels only to find myself sickened by depravity and despair. At times I find my mind seeking the fantasy of a world less jaded. In this world there are many issues that would become the ex-factors, deleted from my reality like a spelling error when I am typing. Control-Alt-Delete would be my defense of choice, an eraser for thoughts best not spoken or written.
In my world less jaded, there would be no white supremacists, no child predators; no subjugation of women; no politicians who sacrifice mankind at their whim; no hunger for those who need fed; no judgments upon well-meaning souls; no greed at the expense of integrity; no cliques that keep others out and keep themselves in; no stranger danger for children and adults alike, and no mandated supreme dogmatic religion that relegates non-followers to a hell on earth.
In my world less jaded there would be unconditional love for friends and family; there would be tolerance for those who color outside the lines; there would be more smiles and fewer tears; there would be forgiveness of grievances; there would be an enlightenment which acknowledges differences; there would be an embracing of values that are built on good intentions, and there would be no diminished capacity of importance for those who see through a different lens.
“You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one,” sang John Lennon many years ago. I am a self-admitted dreamer, but if this world keeps spinning into a deeper shade of jade, I would be one of the first to be put into a barbed-wire compound for dreaming the dreams of fools. And though I am a dreamer, why do I have more and more thoughts of needing a gun for protection? Why have I put a security system in my home? Why is isolation becoming more and more of a necessity?
I am my own dichotomy. The mistakes I have made will live after me. The good I have tried to do will be interred with my bones. Until I round the bend to the midnight of my existence, I will still dream of a world less jaded, for that dream is my sustenance. Perhaps one day I will see those dreams come to fruition. Until then, like so many others, I will set my security alarm at night and forego the prayers that lay me down to sleep eternally. Control-Alt-Delete.
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