Perspective is important.
Perspective is important and being a writer helps me find some.
I used to stare at the coloured fish, swimming around the long rows of tanks at the pet store. I wondered what they were thinking, through that glass. I still wonder, though I can no longer spot them.
Did we hold the power, us who looked at them through the glass and from our positions in the world outside?
Or did they hold their own kind of silent power, somewhere in there?
Sometimes I wonder why I even bother. Why do I bother to write at all?
Do words really hold a kind of silent power?
Or any power at all?
But I continue to write because it gives me a sense of power in a world where I feel mostly powerless.
Who really has the power and what were they willing to do, who were they willing to become, to get it?
Hosted, once more,
by No Facilities.
I jot things down anyway, so sometimes I am doing it here. One of these days I should share the to-do list I am working with for this most special first month of the new year. I believe that is allowed, if I read the rules correctly.
I hope I can soon have a week away from the temptation of time to check social media, to listen to the news on television. I hope to have no time to think about what might be going on between myself and the place I call home – Canada.
I hope I may soon find myself so busy trying new things that there is no time for everything that worries me.
Power to run one’s own life is the good kind of power. Any power over others can become dangerous, but we all have power over someone else, in a great number of ways, at one time or another.
I want to be free of the ways in which I may feel someone holds some power over me. I am doing this by focusing on myself.
I want to take back my own power. I don’t want to hold that power over anyone else.
I do worry that Canada and Justin Trudeau will be negatively influenced by the country which has always had more power on the world stage.
If my country has or has had power, it would be a less obvious power, one most people would refute. Maybe we will have the chance to show what we are made of here soon. Or, maybe we will be squashed by our close physical placement. If one country sinks under the weight of tearing itself apart, how long can Canada stay afloat on its own? Maybe we would become an island for the drowning and how long could that possibly last?
In certain situations, like on the school playground, the stronger, the one with all the real wisdom, is actually said to be the bullied. The bully is said to be the weak one. I know this in my heart. The world does not recognize this as a whole. We lecture our children that it’s wrong to bully, but we don’t model that belief.
Bravado is what makes noise and waves a lot of the time, but the really powerful waves come from those who feel oppressed, little, or unheard.
Who holds the power, really?