Rest your eyes. You have seen so much humanity and pain, happiness or joy. The eyes strain to take everything in. We see what is before us, sometimes it is not easy. Sometimes it is not all; sometimes it is too much. Our vision is not always clear. We become weary of dealing with it all. Rest your eyes. Give your soul a break.
Guns keep killing people. I’m just putting that out there. I am just stating the obvious. It is simply a fact. It’s a fact that will continue to prove itself correct each time there is a shooting. Guns kill people, and they keep killing people. It is a fact. It is. It is common knowledge. A common occurrence; too common an occurrence if you ask me, but you needn’t ask because the facts speak for themselves. Guns. Kill. People. They did yesterday, and the day before, and last weekend multiple times in my city (more than most weekends, more than many cities, and a lot more times this year). My city is really not that different from any other place where there are guns and people. Guns are everywhere. People are everywhere. Guns kill people. They did yesterday in a very noticeable way. We will grieve the event and question why. We will ask questions of ourselves and questions of our politicians and each other. Fact. And we will hope, and we will pray, but guns keep killing people anyway. It is a fact. It is far too obvious. How can we change the fact without allowing emotions to become involved. Just the facts. How do we deal with a fact, and how can we alter the fact that guns kill people? I’m just putting that out there. Just the fact.
It is within you. Surpassing will, well beyond ego, is a power that cannot be explained or exemplified, though it is always there. Deep inside, beneath the skin, bone, and muscle, is a greater force than you may ever know; yet you will have difficulty determining where it comes from. It is there. We can aspire to create our dreams, but to do so we need to access a deeper strength. Set your intention. See where you go.
It hurts to hurt. It hurts to see others hurting. It hurts to know there is so little I can do to help others, except try to be strong for those I care for. I care more. I couldn’t care less. It hurts to care. If I say I try to care for myself, it is not meant to sound selfish; it means I know I must be strong so that I can care for those I love. I love a lot. I am capable of more. It hurts to know I might not be capable of enough. It hurts to hurt.