Second Flight

Man, the US feels really paranoid and toxic these days. Shootings and riots and bombings are almost a weekly thing, and that doesn't even include the local occurrences like gang confrontations and drug-related incidences. Feelings of racial hate have resurfaced and an air of xenophobia is slowly creeping its way around.

I feel like all of this is beyond me. I can't help it if some radicalized person wants to target me just because I live in the US, or if someone is angry at me because of my status or the color of my skin, or because of the possessions that I own. You can't very well be yourself and be innocent anymore.

To someone else that you've never met, you'll be always be the enemy, the distasteful "other," because you are you. Is that really in the nature of humanity? To hate? Funny thing is that I think the opposite can be true too. We can also love unconditionally, but even that could be a dangerous thing.

All of this makes me tired. It's so easy to feel hopeless. All I can do is live my life and defiantly show that it is worth living, even if it sometimes doesn't feel like it is.