The ideal me

Hey! So 2 things.

1. I am shutting down my forum for now due to some not so lovely things being posted more than once. I don’t really want to provide a space for stuff like that be put out, and so I won’t.

2. There was a bomb threat in Times Square. A bomb threat in Time Square.

Let me re-iterate that again. There was a bloody bomb threat in Time Square this afternoon!

The morning was gorgeous. The universe was open and shining beams of vitamin D all over the bare shoulders of the New York blood-cells pulsating through the arteries of a city that thrums on humanities heart-beat.

I walked to work. It was too beautiful not to. My friend insisted on trying on my sun glasses to shield the rays from her retina and I stopped at Whole Foods to gather my daily dose of Kombucha for my new best bud, Mary Mitchell. Everything was extraordinary. I didn’t have a care in the world.

As I was gathering a few things to head out to an audition over lunch, there was a casual announcement made about a “bomb scare in Times Square again.” Apparently this hasn’t been the first in the past few weeks. Everyone groaned and it seemed less than dramatic. I realized this kind of threat is quickly becoming something we are used to. It is quickly becoming something we simply accept. Just like when the a train breaks down.

What!?!?!?

How can we accept this? How can we be okay with the fact that people are planting bombs in the most public of places so as to kill as many innocent by standers as possible just so they can get their voices heard– so they can make a point. When did we get to the place where we stuffed so much cotton in our ears that we can’t even register a plea for help, or decency, or common human respect?

And as I sat there, proselytizing to several of the dancers in the show, I realized I was talking to myself.

It is so important that we all look to pull the cotton out of our ears and listen to each other. Find your enemy and make them human.

Hear what they are saying.
Reach out for peace, don’t expect it to fall on you.
Because it won’t.
Peace, love, compassion. All things earned.
It seems so simple. But, like the Indigo Girls say “the hardest to learn is the least complicated”.

This is not a lecture.

It is not meant to be high and mighty, so I apologize for the soap box. I simply found myself in an incredibly responsible and oblivious place as I was complaining this afternoon.

I want to look at the world and make my choices based on ideals. The ideal world. The ideal me.
A world where no one blames.
No one is suppressed.
No one steals.
And violence is a thing of the past.
I sigh.
Begin now.
Peace out homies.
xo
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