Thankful for the Tears

There are some things going on in this world that sincerely break my heart. So many things are broken or breaking and it is affecting us all on a huge level. I weep knowing that the world I grew up in, the things I thought I knew and could rely on will probably not be there for my future children. Life is getting harder and will continue along this path until something changes.

But will anything truly change for the better? I worry about mine and my fiance's futures. I worry about my family's future and everyone I know and love. I worry about the future of people I do not know, as their pain is my pain and inevitably we are all linked together. Even though I do not have much, especially lately, I try to give what I can. To ease someone else's burden, to see at least a hint of a smile.

Will the people of the future look back on this era as a black mar on their history books. Something that should have been changed sooner, in the same way that we look back on other facets of history, some that happened not even 100 years ago? Will today be a day in history books to be remembered, studied for, and marked on a test in hopes of getting an A?

If not perhaps it should be. Perhaps we should decide here and now that we need to make a change, if we band together we can do it.

It isn't necessarily the big things. We can do little things, simple things. Take back what is ours. Make purchases from local people. Visit local businesses instead of corporations. Dig up our yards and plant our own foods. Get our hands dirty, in a good way. Learn to fend for ourselves so we never need worry about hunger if things get worse in the way that my grandfather expects them to. He lived through the Great Depression and forsees our current situation dwarfing that one if it continues to get out of hand. My grandfather has been right about many things, some of which I wish he hadn't been, but the man is undeniably intelligent.

Yet, despite all that is going on, I am thankful to have what little I do have, for many people do not have even that. I am thankful that I have the heart to shed tears for my fellow man and woman. To feel their pain, and to at least try to do what I can about it.

I just hate that if things continue, we are stealing our children's futures, our children's hopes, and our children's dreams before they are even born. We are aborting their chance at a good life before they even have the chance for their first breath.

These thoughts tumble around in my head and my heart screams out for me to do more. What is more? And how can I accomplish this task? I share my thoughts with you in hopes that I can find somone who can relate, who can either help point me in the right direction or spread their own message along and reach even more people who have not had the words to put their own voice out there.

Words. Perhaps words are more. The sharing of a thought in a tangible idea.