Play Nice - It’s Everyone’s Playground

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Lately I’ve found myself getting lost in the illusion.  You know the one: the illusion that everything is awful, that the world is in an ever-downward spiral that can only end in chaos and destruction. 

In vain attempt to avoid such an ending, I’ve even donned once more the title of Social Justice Warrior and rushed to the aid of people not even reading the post I’m commenting on...

I’ve defended my actions to myself (though why I was defending myself, to myself, is a completely separate issue) with thoughts such as, “Well why WOULDN’T I want to be a SJW? Isn’t it the ‘right’ thing to do?”

Well... is it? 

At times, absolutely. Yes. Definitely. If I see an actual person being targeted, it is 100% appropriate to speak up.  But those times are far fewer than I have actually participated in... that I’ve given myself the excuse to participate in. 

And why is it an excuse?

Because I Know.

I Know this is all an illusion.

I Know that humanity is far more humane than media outlets would have us believe.

I Know that every step backwards is really just tightening the slingshot that’s about to propel us forward.

And, most of all, I Know that EVERYTHING is in Divine Order.

Call it the Universe.  Call it God.  Call it what you will, IT is in control.... so why worry?  

Yes, why worry indeed.  

Which is why I am, once again, committing myself to put down my (s)words - unless I REALLY need them - and instead focus on spreading the Love and Light that reflects the GOD within me 🌟💗

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