Everything, Every Thing

There’s a great post on Love Joy Feminism right now that I recommend you read: If America is a TV show, this season feels increasingly dark. All of it is good. All of it is relevant. All of it rings of truth. But it’s the opening lines that hit me squarely in the gut:

I’ve been sitting here trying to write a blog post for two hours now. Nothing is flowing. It’s all too much.

That’s truth. Everything that has been going on lately is far too much, too overwhelming, too mentally taxing. It’s been incredibly difficult for me to even wrap my head around what the hell has been going on, let alone post a few semi-intelligent words about it.

It’s exhausting. It is absolutely exhausting. Every last bit of it. So much so that there are times I consider taking a day or two off of blogging, quitting Facebook for a week and maybe even deleting my Twitter account. It’s too much some days. Every last bit of it is far too much.

Yet, I’m still here. I haven’t given up yet. I refuse to give up this fight.

Yes, it’s tiresome, seeing the garbage every single day, hearing the garbage every single day, fighting against ignorance on a daily basis and discovering that for every one person who wants to learn, there are a hundred who don’t or won’t. It’s like screaming into the void and only hearing your voice echoing back, a hollow and empty gesture.

It is tiresome. But I keep going. I have to keep going.

I think of this blog as a candle, one small point of light amidst the darkness. One small point of light, one tiny flickering candle doesn’t illuminate much, but many small candles become a wall of light and drive back the dark.

This is why I keep going. This is why I keep posting. This is why I won’t stay silent anymore.

About Silverwynde

I'm a Transformers fan, Pokémon player, Brewers fan and all-out general nerd. I rescue abandoned Golett, collect as many Bumblebee decoys and figures as I can find and I've attended every BotCon--official and non--since 1999. I'm also happily married to a fellow Transfan named Prime and we were both owned by a very intelligent half-Siamese cat, who crossed the Rainbow Bridge on June 16, 2018. We still miss him. But we're now the acting staff of a Maine Coon kitty named Lulu, who pretty much rules the house. Not that we're complaining about that.
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1 Response to Everything, Every Thing

  1. DeviceDude says:

    Joe often tells me that silence means acceptance, at least the way it came to be in English Common Law, on which the American Law system is based. I agree. The 1960s movie A Man For All Seasons delves into that matter.


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