Again

And so we begin again. 

Shaking our hips to the tune of our death's crooning.

We've been stuck in a fragmented loop as long as I can remember.

The same people, endlessly cycling through the same mistakes and heartaches, wondering why there is a bone deep misery in their chest. Wondering why they feel so abandoned.

Different names. Different faces. The same hell.

This, my dear audience, is the definition of insanity.

Committing the same actions, over and over.

Expecting different results.

Those of us that step outside our infinitely loop are punished in new and horrific ways.

We see this regularly.

The teenager that speaks their mind quickly being hushed

The mourning widow being swept away to be hidden from sight. Heartbreak is unsightly, so you see.

The parent who is forced to heavily medicated their child for being too "different." Brilliance shows itself in strange ways, but to those that can't understand are uncomfortable in it's presence.

The corporate whistleblower antagonized and chased from their home for daring to expose unethical practices.

The soldier that returns home from war broken and battered from the lives they have had to take, from the horrors they have witnessed.. to find a world that sneers at their pain.

Again and again, we look on, aghast at what we see, feeling helpless. Convincing ourselves we are but one soul in an endless sea of bodies. "What can I do? I can't risk my family/job/friends/freedom on impossible clauses. It'll eventually get fixed. Let someone else do it."

So too does the world ignore the plight of our people. The ones affected by the Fears are ignored, or labelled as crazy. Locked in institutions for their own "safety," their suspicious deaths given ridiculous handwaves for causes, or seen with hatred and loathing. For, the nasty truth is..

We blend in with Runners of a different kind: the homeless. The suffering, starving, desperate section of the population ousted from their homes for their own varying reasons. 

We're all the same to the world that hasn't seen the atrocities we have. The greater world in general likes to ignore it's flaws, discrepancies, and outright failures. Pain is difficult to watch for, it ignites in people a most often aborted desire to help, to change, to *get up and do something.*

Don't you guys think that, maybe.. it's time we make enough noise that we can't be ignored? Strive to help the others of us that are lost or struggling? Stop letting our desire for a better world sour in our hearts until we turn bitter and give up hope?

I figure, this time around, I'd like to be on the right side of history. Even if it means pissing people off.

Y'all should join me.