The Blood you didn't know you had.

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Dear Mamma,

The world is on fire, I hear. But I stay inside most days because I am terrified of knowing what exists beyond my comfort level. Because when we were kids, Mamma, they didn't teach us about the world when we sat for 9 hours a day staring at the chalkboards.

They had created a picture perfect world, full of facts and evidence, a science to save our feeble minds. But the scientists can't stop the fires. God can't seem to stop them right now either. This isn't what we were told when our primarily educated minds were being developed.

And I can't help but feel a little misled. The truth, the whole picture would have brought us much further, had they just let us know. But candy coated anecdotes of what the world is, I suppose was a plan easier to digest. Less headache, right? We couldn't be bothered by headache, even at the cost of progress and empowerment. And I wonder now, since I have been misled, surely there are others in the same position. And where have all of my peers been misled to in their discourse? I escaped, but did they? Can they? Can we create hop for a generation of kids robbed of their consciousness, for the easier escape in formulas, pills, television, and vicarious living through celebrity’s personal lives and the want-more-want-more-want-more mentality.

I dislike having conversations with most people. I find pop culture disgusting, and I want to throw myself from a very high concrete building when I engage in the world somedays. Because it's appalling. The misunderstanding. The lack of knowledge, this bankruptcy of consciousness that has been slipped to us in mass doses from that silver spoon, from the elementary school days of reciting our patronage to the American flag each morning, to the mass media marketing machines of our adult lives convincing us of the ailments and inadequacies that didn't exist until the pin-up girls and boys told you they did (and classified your inferiority in exfoliated skin, lean enough muscles, a big enough penis, voluptuous plastic breasts, and all the flora and fauna of such a manufactured existence).

It's not anything personal against these aspects of this American life, it's simply that I, personally, do not see the purpose, or interest. And I worry that these easy opiates desensitize us to ourselves, and to those around us. It's no wonder everyone is depressed, we've repressed our true natures by a neon screen and purchasing things as department stores. We can almost always recognize material value and interest, and when viewing a photo of a man (your brother!! a brother!!!) shot down by cops, it can only be seen as a material photo, not an internalized, very real event, with cause for concern and action.

Is this why the vast majority of our kind walk around self-involved, and not only ignorant, but dis-interested in the slow, but certain degeneration of our country and our world? If we don't care to live in a healthy environment, eventually, we will not have the luxury of living in one. If you do not pay your house note, your house gets taken away. If you do not care for your children, the government will take them away. If you do not nurture your freedom, it will cease to exist.

Everyone is angry, mamma. Everyone is waiting to be offended, to be attacked, and to saddle up on a partisan group, to distinguish their beliefs from everyone else’s. But we're not going anywhere like this, are we? The anger is just growing, and we're beginning to forget why we're fighting, but it's all we know now. Anger and segregation, a habitual mannerism, rather than a necessity. I’m sick of fighting. It never changes anything.

What ties the human heart to it's creed, is a tie that cannot be changed by force or by fire. A man will live and die with all in the world that is true to him. But we're still waging holy wars, trying to rob each other of those gems, which can never be stolen by life or death. Imposing our ideals upon everyone else. But everyone else did not ask for it.

My concern, what's been on my mind, is that, no matter how divided we seem, we're all here together, and that's never going to change. No matter how much blood shed, money, love, war, or theft. It's been that way since the start of time- it's tested and true, that we all have to live together. And to do that, we have to be aware, and steady in keeping ourselves educated to the world around us- because it exists even if we choose to ignore it. And the longer we ignore the world outside of our shuttered windows, the worse the world gets.... the weeds grow, the ground becomes unstable, the roots in the yard begin to destruct your foundation, the winds blow, the rain beats your rooftop, and eventually, the world will consume your beaten vessel because you've chosen to ignore the powers that be, rather than accepting them, and finding a solution to preserve your happy home. It doesn't have to be this way.

I don't have an answer. I don't have the slightest clue. My ideals are a scratch on an immeasurable surface than is rooted in thousands of years and lifelines. But I do know the answers lie somewhere in truth, self-empowerment, and awareness. And it’s time we all recognize that so you, me, and the rest of the world can move forward. Mamma, will you move forward with me?