What is it that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up? What is it that makes your knees weak and your stomach churn with anxiety? What is it that makes your heart race out of control, your palms grow sweaty and your mouth suddenly dry with fear. Honestly in this day and age pick your poison! There is so much to choose from according to our media. There are the terrorists: international and domestic, bombs, guns, fanaticism, fracking, pandemics, disease, tsunamis, earthquakes, serial rapists, serial murderers and seriously, some cereals.
The food we eat is tainted, the water we drink is toxic and the air we breathe is contaminated. I’m not kidding! Pick up a newspaper, turn on the news and all these things are thrown at us. It’s amazing that we’re all not running into the bush screaming in terror.
The horrors that have been committed recently by fanatics, with an agenda that makes absolutely no sense to me, have taught us all to fear. What we do with that fear will define who we are. Do we as a people retaliate? Yes. But we need to retaliate to the correct people. I do not want to go on a murderous rampage and kill all of those who may or may not have been involved in terrorist activities. I do want to surgically cut out the terrorists from the world. For they have taught me to hate.
I will not give in. I will not live my life in fear of what might possibly happen. If we give in to our fear then they have won. I do not like to lose. I especially do not like to lose to bullies. This is a beautiful world we live in with wonderful people just trying to live their lives. We are not all the same. We are not all white or yellow or brown. We are all different shapes and sizes. We wear our clothes differently, eat different foods and speak different languages. It is that difference that makes a strong. Trust me, the world doesn’t need another me! If we were all the same we would end up hating each other and the species would stagnate. It might take a few generations but we’d all die out. That’s not my future nor is it yours.
Oh and what scares the spit out of me? Ssssnakes. And I guess not making a difference. I want my life to matter even if it is in a small way.