Opening the Box

I sit here in the wee hours of the morning unable to sleep again. I've gone back and forth on if I wanted to even start a blog or not....I mean seriously....does a middle aged woman have something to say to the world that will make a difference? Does anyone out there hear what we say or care about anything that doesn't impact them personally? If we aren't smacked in the face with reality do we really see what is really there or what we want to see as we look through our rose colored glasses and sit in denial about the injustices we see. So here I sit....ripping the lid off Pandora's box....once I start this I won't be able to take it back nor do I want to at this point. Someone out there will read this....someone in time or space will see what I see and it will matter. It has to.

I find myself filled with rage. Rage at what? Rage at a system and a lifestyle that allows for life to be so disposable. Human life....animal life....when did it stop mattering? I was browsing Craig's List and I'm just stunned at the people who took on the responsibility of a life....a dog...a cat...a bird and now on a whim are "rehoming" them. We throw away our pets like they have no value. They keep us warm at night, they never lash out when we have a bad day and lash at them first, they give us all the unconditional love they have and yet when they become an inconvenience we throw them away or push them aside. We find babies in trash cans even though we have "baby moses" laws. I mean how hard is it to surrender a child you don't want anyway no questions asked? Talk about another inconvenient truth - in this age of technology and instant gratification one of the greatest marvels and greatest works of technology - the human body and life is no longer the "must have" item of the day. We do this with our friends, our families, our children, our elderly parents. When did taking the easy way out become the norm? Who said life was easy? When did commitment to doing the right thing become the exception and not the rule? Maybe I was born in the wrong time period. Maybe I am naive...who knows....or maybe....just maybe....there are people out there just like me who haven't found their voice yet. Well today, I am finding mine and I will continue to rip the lid off pandora's box and let my voice be heard.