Anti Protest, Protest

People will march tomorrow.  Several thousand people will protest the state of things and convince themselves of progress.  This is unskilled thinking.  To remove one evil to be rapidly replaced by another.  We are in this now.  The most absurd and laughable leader has been chosen.  It is done.  I understand the sadness.  The shock.  The unwillingness to accept.  The problem now is not what's done.  No amount of dissent will save us now because of our inability to accept the true nature of what is.  We did this.  We created this with our apathy, our hatred, our fear.  We brought this to be because of our externalization of reality.  The new *gulp* president merely embodies how messed the world has become under our dutiful watch...when we're not on our cell phones, computers and generally ignoring one another.  We have forced the hands that guide us by electing a man to power whom only serves one man.  We wanted an answer.  A quick fix to a delicate and intrinsic tangle.  It serves no one but oneself to protest and march and chant and rally.  We do this because we are at a loss as to what to do.  None of us truly understands how to 'fix' the world or to make existence 'better'.  So we cry out in divided unison.  We cry out to be seen, to be heard, to be felt.  It serves the one and only one.

I protest on the inside.  I challenge internally how I turn so quickly to judgement when I could show a glimmer of compassion.  I disapprove of my actions if they resemble disrespect to a fellow man regardless of race, creed, colour or sex.  I question my speech if it offends or portrays anything but empathy.  I choose not to protest a broken leader in an inefficient system out of a mock sense of self righteous indignation.  I could pretend that the leadership is the problem and not the reasons behind why this particular leader is now ours to endure.  I could pick a side and bury my head in the deep end of the sandbox with images of what grand deeds shall be accomplished.  I could put on airs that I know the answer and write a smarmy blog post proving such.  Or I could just do the best I can everyday.  For nearly most of us, that's all anyone is trying to do.  So let's support one another in that!  Regardless of where your vote led, let us be there for one another.  Enough torturing one another with endless debate over who is right and whose a racist.  This is a game for which you both look like assholes.  Turn awareness inward, silence the ego for just long enough to hear what needs to be done.  We only serve to entrench ourselves in disillusioned dialogue that will never provide the remedy.  Pick your feet up not to march but to take you to someone in need of a hug.  Open your mouth not to scream a pithy rhyme but to say a consoling word to someone in need.  Spread your fingers wide not to hold a sign within them but to wave hello to a passer-by.  It sounds small and insignificant and myopic, maybe.  If we are incapable of beginning with you and I, I fear we will be consumed by the hallucination that seems to fit and not the one we design.