When words become cheap.

Traffic. I hate it.

Let’s not talk about it. One thing I hate even more, Quotes.

Understand, not a quote by a sought after poet who gave his life to literature and observing the human mind, or a brilliant physicist that discovered that black holes emit radiation.

I am talking about Stephen Hawking…you can quote Stephen all you want.

I saw a post online, it was a quote neatly packaged, ending on a feel good note (spoiler alert) and then - this human splashed his own name underneath. I mean, he quoted himself…my mouth almost fell to the ground and picked itself up. From ALL the wisely chosen words from all the knowledgeable folks in this world, you chose one that you made up while brushing your teeth. I cringed.

We all love a good mountain, even a semi blurred silhouette of a tree, no problem with a wave crashing against a boulder. If a sentence with the words — live, life, youth, happiness or blessed are printed, in a font you can barely read with a lens flare you can barely stand, I cringe.

Google search, quotes about life.

Where are we going if we are quoting ourselves? What are we achieving when we post pretty lavender-scented-quotes all over our social footprint?

“What ever you decide to do make sure it makes you happy.”

Tell this to someone sitting across from you who has 4 children at home, a partner that refuses to work, only comes home at 8:30pm because the bus drops them 3km from their front door. They do not have a choice.

“You were given this life because you’re strong enough to live it.”

This makes me deeply despondent, thinking about the selfishness of someone quoting this to a human that is hurting, keeps me checking in with my own egotism. Tell this to someone…to anyone who has felt a great loss in life. This quote will not help.

“Before Alice got to wonderland she had to fall”

This makes no sense…

There are *stuff happening.

Sad and terrifying *stuff are happening all over and more so, closer to home than you think. Lavender quotes will not help.

I was driving. In traffic (insert eye roll). My eye caught a young girl standing beside the road, holding what looked like a suitcase, it might have been a box, she was pregnant. I could see she was already standing there for a while — her shoulders were tired. She was hanging onto a light pole, swaying from side to side, almost as if she was moving to her favourite song — keeping her mind off of what must be aching feet, aching everything. In front of me a car with a bumper sticker that read “If you can’t feed them, don’t breed them”. As I rolled closer to the girl, a mini bus parked beside her, filled with kids. The kids knew her, they knew she would be on this corner waiting. The box was delivered, and I kid you not (pun intended) — a party started right there. It was like lighting a firecracker. Colourful streamers, pointy party hats, Fanta Grape and Cheese Curls where filling up the Bus. One kid screaming at the top of her lungs while sticking two Cheese Curls in each cheek (I would have been this kid…). Two boys where hanging out the windows on each side blowing party horns. Lady with the rude bumper sticker — 0 Lady with the box — over 9000

It was nothing like I have ever seen, it was energy and love and kindness exploding everywhere in less than 30 seconds. High fives for the young girl and off they went, in their pumping mini-party-mini-bus, leaving her behind with nothing more than a unpresuming heart and shoulders that didn’t look tired any more. Lavender quotes could not have done this.

It is safe. I know sitting in front for the screen, posting a quote helps to feel better. I am guilty. I am guilty of skipping the part where they ask for help. I am guilty of hiding behind a profile picture. I am guilty of being anonymous. I am guilty of using too much words.

Humans need so much more than a few words.

“And whoever wants to be first must be slave of all. For even the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many.”

This is a quote.

This is a quote worth our time.

This is a quote that will make me stand next to a lamp pole, with a box filled with streamers and Fanta Grape.

*stuff — see news for headlines.

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