09.10.25
What a crazy world we live in. I don’t do politics, I don’t watch the news. Debating with people, getting sucked into the drama—it’s just not for me. I’ve already got enough noise in my own head. Enough to last a lifetime.
But I loved something my brother wrote today. He said, “Sad day. The party of peace and equality, taking down the opposition because they don’t agree with their opinions, views, and free thinking. Ditch the political party BS and stand up against this behavior. Decency and courage against these acts of violence need to come back. Stop the victim mentality.”
That hit me. It made me think about where this country was 24 years ago tomorrow, on 9/11. I’ll never forget standing in my bedroom, getting ready for work, watching the TV. My gut screaming there’s no fucking way this is real. But it was.
Tonight I don’t know exactly how to name what I feel. Maybe nostalgic is the closest word. Not a happy nostalgia, but that sharp kind where you look back and realize how much everything has shifted.
Book study was good tonight. I almost choked when I was reading—words slapping me in the face, giving me one of those aha moments that stop you mid-sentence. And instantly, I felt gratitude for my program. For the peace it actually gives me when I work it. Because those debates in my head, that depression that used to drown me out—it’s not as loud anymore. Not gone. Not fixed. But quieter. And that’s enough.
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