My country has left me confused with anger and loathing that my reflection is not someone that I recognize any longer. With every passing day I reflect on new events and wonder how we came to the spot that we are in now. What road did we take that gave us permission to hate and spread misinformation that could harm others? When will it stop? When will we remember who we are and that all of us came from somewhere else? We had a beginning; our ancestors came from somewhere else unless we are indigenous "Native Americans"!
I faulter in my steps and forget that hate is not the way! I want to hate those that are full of hate, yet that is not the way because two wrongs do not make a right. We cannot allow ourselves to become those that we feel contempt for. So, what do we feel for those who have lost their way and allowed hate to take over their hearts? What do we feel for those that we love or care about when we know what lies in their hearts and minds? The confusion has me at a standstill when I reflect on my thoughts that are at times overpowered by dread and distain.
So, what is the answer? Are you lost in a world of confusion? Can we get back on track or are we the next country that will fall as others think they are helping us rise? Truth of what lies within can be hard to except but it is needed to be who we were meant to be. We need to look at our reflection from within, not the mirror on the wall.
