The cough
medicine commercial is right: a sick day is misnamed. It’s actually a “getting
well” day—and I’m taking one. Admitting this may cost me a day’s pay should my
boss happen upon this post (a billion to one shot, I’m sure) but it’s worth it
to point out that I am not physically ill. I needed a mental health day; a day
for self-care and to nurture a spirit that’s been flaring hard against a
smothering global darkness and finally conceded defeat last night.
I’m down, but
not out.
I may be a
little drained from the daily lineup of coworkers who stop by my office to tell
me their woes, but on a deeper level, I think I am royally pissed. Not with my
colleagues, not with my family, not at home, and not even at life. Life is
good. It’s a challenge in contrast, but life is a gift. No one has the right to
rob someone else of it.
I digress.
I think that I’m
pissed at the folks who sit online and berate the good intentions of others. When
Paris happened, I witnessed an explosion of French flags popping up in social
media as horrified humans rose to their higher natures and rallied in solidarity
with France. Shortly after this surge of collective compassion, a second
explosion occurred—of outraged reproach for this show of “selective support”.
Beirut had been similarly assaulted on the same day. The same number of deaths
and equal amount of terror were suffered there, only few in the western world
had risen in that country’s support, hence those who had done so for Paris were
called out as hypocrites.
They are not hypocrites. They are uninformed. Is it
their fault that the western news outlets did not report the attack on Beirut?
I knew nothing of it. I was still reeling from the stupidity of the Starbucks
Red Cup Controversy, which got more airtime on my newsfeed than anything out of
the Middle East, when I stumbled onto CNN’s coverage of Paris.
The public doesn’t
decide what makes the news. Advertisers and programmers decide what we are told
and, to some extent, what we’re to do about it. Then they sit back and watch
the masses squabble about it all.
So I crashed.
The negativity has been overwhelming, and while I believe implicitly in the
power of one solitary candle, I also believe that the flame requires tending,
else it will burn out completely.
Balance. Contrast.
Achieving and maintaining one in the face of the other requires an awareness of
your own needs as well as the needs of others. If I am guilty of anything, it’s
of assuming that I have superpowers of endurance, resistance, and acceptance.
Actually, I do have them, but they are not limitless. A single day should get
me back on my feet. A day of green tea, quiet meditation, and gratitude.
A “get well”
day.
With love,
