Fire Project

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I’m a positive person by nature. I truly believe there is more good in the world than evil and yet I find myself constantly angry with the state of things. Initially I believed I would outgrow these feelings. I thought it was just a normal cocktail of teen hormones causing my feelings of unfairness all around me. I thought, surely, when I’m in my twenties, life will make sense.

I’m in my thirties now. Life still makes no sense and I’m even angrier than before.

I’m frustrated that we as a species have learned nothing in the years we’ve been on this earth. We repeat the same idiotic mistakes over and over again. We don’t know how to live peacefully amongst each other and we have no respect for the planet we live on.

The overly religious have decided this life isn’t as important as the next so they stand on their pedestals pointing their fingers at everyone else and screaming at the top of their lungs about what failures we all are and how their God will punish the wicked and reward the faithful. They repeat it over and over and they stamp the words love and obedience on it so they can justify the ugliness of what they really are.

Since birth, females are told the way they look is their most important asset. We’re told we need to nurture men and be good mothers one day. Our bodies need to be the right shape. Our hair needs to be shiny. We’re told men want a natural beauty but they don’t like blemishes so you must perfect the art of applying makeup without making it look like you have any on. We’re told men want curves but what they really mean is big breasts and a round butt, not a muffin top. We must be our very best and validation is everything.

Boys are taught they must never show emotions. They aren’t real men if they care too much or, God forbid, cry. They need to be the best at everything they do. They need to have sex with as many women as possible. They need to make a lot of money. They need to have the best things. If they don’t, they’re failures.

The ice caps are melting, the bees are disappearing, little girls are being trafficked, young men and women are dying at each other’s hands but no one cares because Kim Kardashian is naked again and we need to decide if we adore her or hate her.

I’m so angry.

Mostly, I’m angry at my own impotence. My insides are blazing but I have no idea how to begin to make a difference and I have serious doubts that I could anyway. I’m angry that I’m a mediocre human. That the only adventures or heroic moments I’ll experience are through books or movies. So I fill my days with work and food and family and planning out my next vacation or weekend events as a distraction and I tell myself things could be worse. Because they could, right?

I have a good life by most definitions and yet that restless feeling nags at me. I’m tired of living a wasteful life. I’m tired of having no purpose and would give anything to finally have, at the very least, a direction to walk in. I’m willing to volunteer but struggling to find a place to do so. I’m willing to try new things but don’t know what. I’m willing to travel as long as it’s financially possible. I need to try something new.

So, because I’ve been so useless at figuring this out on my own, I’ve decided to open myself up to opportunities that others might bring into my life. If anyone has any suggestions or ideas or invitations, feel free to mention it in the comments section. I’d be more than happy to try it and then blog about it. Let me know what you think is important to focus on or if you have any recommendations on where to start. All comments will be seriously considered and, if possible, done. Even silly suggestions will be considered.