How does one keep a mind quiet when the world screams? Everything is a movement, a cause, a vigilance against unnamed enemies lurking under every rock, crevice, and hole. Injustice, measured in volume, begs to be set aright. Even if something must be done, whatever anyone does is never enough.
No matter how hard I try to turn down the volume, the screaming comes up. Everyone demands their pound of flesh and then shrugs when only a cadaver remains. Dying for the cause is always a virtue best found in others.
I know that sometimes what I write will add to the chorus of screams. It’s why I censor myself. It’s why I don’t write as much as I used to. I’m not looking for more shouting.
I’m looking to give people the space they need to breathe.
How does one do that while maintaining one’s boundaries?
This question plagues me because I’ve never felt strong in them. Most of my life has been responding to people tearing them down, destroying them, making sure they never remain as proof against assault. I’ve always been told and made to feel that I must always consider others before the self.
Not every cause is a crusade, as much as one might seem. I have to remind myself of this. Others might be able to do this naturally, but I will have to force myself to remember.