Why am I so weird?

Because I want the world to be a good place. And the world hasn’t been a good place since long before I was born. My dad was molested by his Lutheran pastor and Boy Scout leader. His mom didn’t believe him. My beloved grandfather on my mom’s side would never let her take over the family business simply because she was a ‘she’.

All these things we’re not supposed to talk about. But why? Because it makes people uncomfortable? Aren’t we comfortable being uncomfortable yet? It is healing no doubt and creates awareness.

The world has a lot of good: good people, good experiences, good nature, pure goodness.

But since I was a kid I wondered, why are people bullies? Why do people litter? Why are people cruel to others and to animals?

Sometimes they do this in the name of some God.

Lately I’ve noticed a worse phenomenon. People of like minds lashing out on the faults of another with a kind heart. Groups don’t need to be in-fighting. If you are a mindful, conscientious human being and you see another mindful and conscientious human being err in their ways, don’t dox them or fire them or turn against them. There are worse humans. Mindful and conscientious people need to pursue being mindful in their words and actions and mind their jealousy and displeasure — just like everyone else.

One thing everyone can do — is be kind to one another. Don’t look at the uniform, or the scars. Find the magic. The magic is in love. Love all the rough edges, all the ups and downs. Love all the critters and the flawed self righteous humans as well as the humble ones. Love the plants and paths and sunrises. Love the moon and stars. Love the things that are hard to love as well as that which is easy to love.

And you will find magic.

Be in Love with your life. Every minute of your life. ~ Jack Kerouac