Politics bringing you down?
This post is about politics, well…kinda. I don’t want to get into who to vote for, or the policies you should back. I don’t care who you vote for in November. I don’t care what party you align yourself with; or if you even align yourself with any party. If you have strong feelings one way or another and feel like sharing those feelings, I believe you have the right to do so. Freedom of speech is an important right. I also feel you have the right to keep silent if you wish.
This post is about a different part of the political conversation. Politicians are important people, in the sense, they are the ones who write the laws we are to live by; I understand that. In my opinion, however, elected officials are not meant to be the most important, or maybe a better word would be influential people in our lives. I believe this is important to keep in perspective, especially in an election year, when the fighting between campaigns flows seemingly non-stop.
If you are like me and consider yourself a Christian then the most important person is Jesus of course; He should guide all of our decisions. I also want to point out the other person in each one of our lives who has an important role to play whether you believe in God or not; that person is you, as in self. I am the person with the most influence in my life. You are the person with the most influence in your life because you have the power of choice. We can’t always change our situation, this isn’t a statement of “will yourself to being the person you want to be.” I can have all the conviction in the world and still never be able to dunk a basketball, sing a high C, or understand my daughter’s math homework. Some things we just can’t do. The art of choice is not letting this reality cross over into masking the things we can change.
I didn’t watch the presidential debate. I did turn the TV on in time to hear a newscaster describe the debate. “That was a train wreck.” is what he said. A train wreck or not, it’s subjective so describe it how you see fit. What I can say, is I still woke up the next day. Candidates across the country are running smear campaigns and I still have breath in my lungs. For generations, we have heard people describe themselves and their goals for office as the ones who can finally fix everything and in many ways, we are still broken, yet I can still feel my heart beating in my chest. I have to remember this because if I don’t remind myself of these facts my anxiety can become crippling. My BPD will tell me to roll over and give up on life. I give politicians control over my life when they don’t have a right to take it from me.
Today, the world has issues. Tomorrow, the world will still have issues. If you are reading this, then you woke up, your lungs have air, and your heart is still beating. Praise God!! If you are in a place emotionally to do so, celebrate life! If you are not there yet that’s ok, I totally get that. I have walked in despair and given up on life before. A miracle is the only way to describe how I am even still alive. I would just ask that you trust me when I say, there is still beauty left in this world. From the flowers to the changing leaves, the blue in the sky to the green in the grass, the relief of forgiveness to the laugh of a baby there is still beauty in this world.
Bad things will happen and we can’t change that. What we can do is try to see that good things are happening too. Take a moment today to pause, take a deep breath, feel your heart beating in your chest, touch the ground with your toes, breathe in your surroundings, and know that love wins. The world is still in the hands of God and love wins. Nothing can change that.
You haven’t given up, you’re still here, for that I am grateful.