We are all products of our experiences, they say. Of course, some of it is genetic, the point where we start, the hand we are dealt, but then what happens over the course of our lives can, and will, drastically reshape who we could have become in an alternate set of circumstances.

For those born into a middle-/upper-class family to a healthy mother and a second loving parent, their basic needs are met to set them off on the right foot. On the other hand, being born into poverty, addiction, homelessness, pollution, or a combination of any/all of those conditions, through no fault of your own, will make “success,” by any definition or measure, less likely to occur.

This should be undeniable.

Therefore, each and every one of us should, as a function, or rather a responsibility, of our humanity, be trying to improve the lives of everyone around us at all times?

So why, then, is it we continue to worship, through our media (social or legacy), content that tells the story of the triumph of the middle-class white guy to become the first bazillionaire and believe when we’re told how “compelling” it is, instead of the story of a Black trans woman trying to support herself, or of a young woman traveling ON FOOT from Venezuela with a baby?

Those are the compelling stories. Those are the stories that matter. They are fucking amazing stories EVEN IF you don’t think you’ll have anything in common with the subjects, because you know what? You absolutely have something in common with them… HUMANITY!

It’s too bad we keep falling for the clowns who have to try to blow up the world, society, and our humanity just because they are THAT DESPERATE for our attention. Think of what cheap whores we are for asking so little of them, behavior-wise. I don’t know ANYONE who would tolerate trump’s behavior in court from their 5-yo, and yet some people want him to rip the US democracy to shreds to save his own old, sorry, shitbag ass? Ludicrous.

WE ALL FAIL TO LOOK AWAY, EVERY SINGLE TIME.

We get distracted, and paralyzed, and hyper-aroused, and traumatized…

To the point where we can no longer DO OUR WORK! The work of creation. The work of nurturing. The work of sowing abundance.

It is no question to me why most of the mythological stories from ancient times, around the world, had male figures that destroyed things and female figures that tended to things.

Some late night food for thought there.