Every Friday we unite for five minutes. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on disagree.
It's been a couple years of disagreements hasn't it? It's been a lot of back and forth and not listening. And there was a definite line drawn in the sand of you're either on one side or the other.
I am 100% in this camp. History is happening, right here and now, and I will not be on the wrong side. I'm so unforgiving that I won't even listen. I don't care what the reasons are, we've been stuck here too long and it's a mess. The world is on actual fire because we can't agree on decent human rights. So, we disagree.
I spent my whole life disagreeing. I spent my whole life telling those who told me no, oh hell yes. I spent a lifetime proving what I thought was my worth.
Quite a few years ago, I thought I put my fighting gloves away. But it took a pandemic for me to realize I was still holding on to so much. And then it took more and more moments of intensity for me to realize there is a time and a place.
There are things I will not back down from, they include a community and life I want for all humans. There are things I will stand up for and I will be loud and disagree. But, believe it or not, I am backing away from others. I just don't have the time, energy, or space to care. They are no longer a priority. In some ways, this is wonderful. In others, I just get quiet and don't want to engage. I guess it's up to me to decide.
Love your passion. I agree with you--there are issues that I will not back down on, but I still want to be respectful and kind. Becoming a good listener and posing good questions are skills that I continue to work on. Visiting from FMF
Could not agree more.
Yeah, me too. There are non-negotiables.
There's lots now I will let go,
and won't let my heart get caught,
but this is what the world should know,
there's some stuff I will bloody not
tolerate here in my sight,
not for a second, or that long,
for I know that I am right,
and some folk are just plain wrong.
Hurt a kid or hurt a dog
in my sight, the gloves come off,
and I am in the red-mist fog;
of blind rage I'll deeply quaff
and a berserker, will attack
for innocents who can't fight back.