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Chicken Fingers or Spaghetti?

After watching, reading, and talking with others over the past days I am left with one question. Well more than one, but this one is front and center on my mind right now.

Why can’t we have different beliefs? Do we have to agree on everything? If we disagree on something, why is what you believe right and what I believe wrong?

My sixteen-year-old daughter and I were having a conversation the other night and she came up with this analogy. I thought it was very insightful and addresses this question in a non-political, non-religious way.

She said, “I thought about this when I was eight years old and we were out for dinner somewhere. I wanted to order chicken fingers because I like chicken fingers. I saw someone else order spaghetti and I wondered why did they do that? Why didn’t they order chicken fingers? Because chicken fingers are so much better than spaghetti.”

She went on to say, “I couldn’t understand why someone would choose something other than chicken fingers. But then again maybe they were craving spaghetti all day and so that’s what they ordered. But how could they possibly like something different? I thought about this for a very long time. It made me wonder, were they right and I was wrong? Or was I right and they were wrong? Eventually, I realized everyone has different tastes and that’s okay.”

Side note – she has since moved on from her love of chicken fingers to expand her palate to enjoy many other foods, including spaghetti.

But it brings me back to the question I hope you will take the time to consider and share your answer.

Why can’t we have different beliefs, opinions, views, and still get along?

 

 

 

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What Will You Do?

I’m sitting here this morning, my heart pounding in my chest, my brain spinning uncontrollably, trying to find words, having a difficult time putting it all in an order that makes sense to my brain and my soul.

I am trying to find a way to calm my daughter’s anxiety. I am trying to answer her questions.

How do I explain to her that people now feel they have been given permission to judge her based on the color of her skin?

That they can openly harass and deny services to her family members because of who they chose to love?

How do I try to calm her fears that old white men are going to tell her what she can and can’t do with her body?

Please, someone, offer me the words to explain this to her, because right now, I have none.

 

Quagmire

I’m sitting here debating with myself whether or not to wade into this quagmire… But I have to ask, because I am genuinely wondering, what does anyone expect to accomplish by looting, vandalising, and terrorising neighborhoods, people, or entire cities?

The other question I have is, why does the media find it necessary to sensationalize and stir the pot, only adding fuel to the fire. What happened to responsible, ethical reporting?

I’m finding the older I get, the more questions I have and the less answers I’m able to find.

New York Times Mock Up

Sadly this is such a true commentary of life these days. Credit to @joeveix on Twitter

Witness Protection Program

If you could enter the witness protection program (wpp  because it’s shorter to type) and assume a totally new life, would you do it? Keep in mind, it means leaving everything behind. All your friends, family, co-workers, blog friends, twitter friends, facebook, and other social media place you have a presence. All new numbers to remember, social security, phone number, birthdate, address, credit cards, drivers license, library card. But you’d also leave behind all your past hurts, heartaches, mistakes, and any other foolish thing you’ve done in your life. So with all that to consider would you still enter the wpp?

Or perhaps you don’t want an entirely new life, you just want to run away for a while? Where would you go, what would you do? How long would you stay away for? Would you stay in touch with those you left behind?

One of the things I like about writing, and reading good writers, is they allow you to escape your everyday life and live in someone else’s world for a little while. I hope to be able to achieve that in my writing as well.

But for now I am filled with more questions, than answers. So I will return to my writing world and see what I find there.