I get these crazy comments all the time, at all hours and from every part of the world – even parts that don’t actually exist, so it seems. At WordPress and certainly everywhere else online in your travels near and far, leaving something and taking something from wherever you are – you have to fill in your name, a website and email address before you are allowed to leave a comment. The funny thing is that it doesn’t matter what you put in the blanks, anything and everything but the sad thing is that it all matters. Your comments are you, they’re not me. What I see are people in the blanks with the trash and bad links, desperation and traps just to see if the very person you hate is listening in order to hurt them for listening.
I started my blog to interact with people, like-minded and otherwise, to spark up conversations and even uneven debates – especially debates – about movies and the entertainment world because I want to be a part of it. It takes work to belong, not stand outside the fence of it and throw rocks at the airplanes taking off just to see if you can make one of them crash – presumably to kill people, not to wish them well. I’ve spent years of my life here, belonging, writing and sharing, reaching out and connecting with people, sharing my thoughts and reveling in the collective process. It’s about the exchange, the give and take, not the far away hate you don’t even know when it hurts. I give so very much and take just enough to make it all worth while, to feel like I can contribute to something I’ve dedicated my life to. Perhaps that’s what is ultimately missing in the world – a sense of belonging and togetherness, a sense of moving forward toward some tangible, obtainable goals and helping someone else reach theirs instead of knocking the ladder down after you. It all matters, everything moving toward just rewards and ample new beginnings instead of doing what you’re doing intended to hurt people you don’t even know are reading – until now.
Writing every day of your life in order to face a nameless, faceless, careless void that only reflects back your anger and animosity is not only dangerous and self-destructive it feeds your need to hate, eating away inside ideas for trying, hurting the hurt, the dishevelled wind instead of the giving wind, embracing you, allowing you to live, reaching deep within you where your spirit is and ushering you into the sky to soar, to dream, to believe.
I get comments from what looks to be Russia and China, Denmark and Germany, Taiwan and Singapore, Mexico and Canada, Florida and Boca Raton – all these places but no faces or even people live there, people with nothing to do from places that don’t really exist – where are the people in this? Imaginary people don’t belong as much as they resist getting in the way, wrong, the giving and taking, the breathing collective to join efforts and forces in order to do something bigger than themselves and at the same time completely about themselves – your comments are you.
Try to find the limitless potential to do anything and everything and absolutely nothing – stillness inside and as your fingertips glide over those keys looking for ways to make systems bleed, there are no reasons or answers or places I’d rather go then well into the white space to reach out there and take a sense of understanding back into my everyday everywhere just to belong. This isn’t necessarily doing anything to anyone else but think of how it feels, that warmth you find sometimes inside yourself, that smile that begins when you have no idea where it came from, that feeling like you belong somewhere even if for only a little while – the next time you set out to harm someone you can’t possibly know take that second to realize it doesn’t have to be like this since it really is up to you, even if these words never get through.