One Hope

Hello to all who read today’s blog. Running a little dark and downcast since yesterday afternoon. Massive heaviness of which all is not known of the source but just continued bad news or occurrences. Not finding much fight for some things that maybe I should. That is troubling in itself.

Sandwich Harbor Sandwich MA
Sandwich Harbor Sandwich MA

Over the past two days I have rode over 100 miles pulling a way too overweight Burley Nomad bike trailer and more. The goal has been to put on the miles and get my buttocks used to 5 – 7+ hours on a bike seat. It gets a little uncomfortable at times. Just saying. Top it off that I have had a backpack that weighs in the neighborhood of 40lbs I estimate. Unbeknownst to most is that pedal assist bikes give you a good workout if you want them. It’s my legs that help pull the monstrosity up the hills. They feel the extra weight of just refilling a couple water bottles.

In all of the pulling the trailer I am losing my fight to pull myself up. Honestly feel like a mutt who has been kicked and beaten at every opportunity. Then there are just my screw ups added to the mix and losing or misplacing things on an almost daily basis. Chaos on four wheels. Just not the four most people think of when 4 are mentioned. Hey, at least I now own an RV eh? What do you think? Should I continue? Does anyone even care anymore that our society is decaying at a rate that if it is not changed utter ruin and destruction will be wrought upon America the Beautiful.

Is that what we want? More of this “normal” we are growing all to accustomed to? Because if that is so then I should quit. Everything sticks. The good the bad and the ugly. That is part of my wiring and condition that leads to my depression. It’s sometimes something someone special said to me or did to me one time. Like the time my dad told me there is something wrong with me because I cannot stop caring about someone or something. Just one of far too many.

We need living in worthy world and we are losing it. Rapidly. Why? My opinion is that social media is a major factor of this as well as the loss of the traditional two parent household. There are other major contributors but I will not address them now. This is about the unsocial nature to what we call social media.

Three sets of sandals in the sand on Cape Cod
Three sets of Sandals

It is a bane to society. We are relational beings. We need to see and feel the warmth of a smile or the crook of a lip. The raising of eyebrows or clenching of teeth. We need the hugs. The touches. The pats on the backs and the kicks in the asses. That is social. That is meaningful interactions. We need to look past our differences and look to the common good. For everyone. As a whole. Not a particular group or class. For people battling for proper mental health it is even worse than for the people who think they have it all together. Sometimes much worse. Harassment. Bullying. Pressures. On and on it goes. And usually it goes the wrong way leading one into deeper depression and despair.

We have a generation of kids who were pushed into this and we are reaping the whirlwind. We have pushed entire generation into a tech filled world with no roadmap to navigate because it is just being navigated for the first time. And more generations to follow.

What direction do we want to go? The continued ripping away of the fabric of society in self seeking abandon? Or do we choose to pump the brakes and get a handle on what has not been a fruitful and beneficial ride along the internet highway.

Just some things to think of. Things that eat at me day in and day out as. Everything sticks.

Taking you all along for the ride. Until next time. Please keep on keeping on. Take the next right step. Fall down, Get Back Up.

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