For nearly three years now Britain is obsessed by the discussions about Brexit.
As a Dutch national, living in England I have a vested interest. Nonetheless, have stayed neutral for strongly feel that folk are entitled to their own opinion and am horrified by the division this subject has brought to the surface.
About two months ago my stance changed. The reason for this was that I started to understand better the dirty psychological tricks played by some strategist in the Leave camp. These tricks influenced the outcome of the 2016 Referendum. I also started to understand better the pertinent lies the general public were told to influence their opinion.Currently, there seems to be an assault on democracy, with the Government seemingly willing to even ignore new legislation to push through Brexit.The tensions in the country are such that democracy is at stake.
The Government seems hellbent on leaving the EU by the 31st of October come what may.
My frustration and anger are now ebbing away. Not because my resolve has been broken. Not that. I have simply come to the conclusion that politics is a game for fools. One refuses for politicians to influence my otherwise interesting and meaningful life.
Even if life is effectively meaningless and the world is absurd one should never allow others to spoil what can be beautiful.
So, leave politics to the politicians. Let them play the fool.
Now, we all know that the world wide web is not a safe place to be at all. Nothing new and for those that protect themselves, and hopefully others not a big deal.
Whilst I like to be able to communicate with the world at large, fantasies in my brain tell me what further cyber attacks could create. Havoc, sheer disaster.
Luckily I do not write fantasy for my old brain does not work like that.
Romantic musings spring more to mind at this moment in time. Thinking about the days one just had a fountain pen and a piece of paper to communicate with. My pen was my ‘weapon’.
I still write a thousand or more words per day with one of my beloved fountain pens. It is a great craft, held very dearly indeed.
Perhaps we should all just go back to that. I would write you a nice letter.
Inner battles you can not fight.
All you can do is observe them.
Just that, only that.
The conflict will disappear.
I have not been blogging for some time now and the simple reason has been that there has been too much other writing going on and also other also things happening in life.
One has to take stock sometimes and decide which way to move with things. I have had to figure out what purpose writing should have. What drives me on, what gets me out of bed, and decide to write.
To keep it simple it is just for the love of life that I write. With this comes however that the writer has serious concern about the state this world is on. Concerns about the more vulnerable, children and also social injustice.
I am not really interested in politics at all, but am in the consequences. Whilst being positive provocative am not interested in trying to upset or divide people. The contrary is true and much rather find ways to make people connect and communicate.
Anyway, for the forseeable future the writings will about that and can either be fictional or non-fictional.
I do hope to connect and communicate with fellow writers for the love of life!
My beautiful grandson (if you have one yourself, he is as beautiful as yours) will be two next week. He has an amazing smile, you know one of those that makes your heart melt.
This afternoon I had a little nap after a long and refreshing walk.
The dream that came was a dream of dreams. In it I was carrying my grandson to all the great conflicts in the world and we stopped. My grandson did what he does best and smiled at the conflicting parties. Every conflict stopped.
We had great fun and agreed that if conflicts flare up again we go and travel and smile. If life was just a dream.
Well, it feels a bit nippy today and it is actually a grey old day. If you would want to feel miserable you easily could. But, why would you want to?
We took our lovely old dog for a walk at Kingston Lacey, a stately home just a few miles down the road from here. We often go there because both the dog and ourselves enjoy the woodland walks and the formal gardens to top it all up.
Today we had a spring in our step because the gifts mother nature keeps giving pleased our eyes. Not only fields of snowdrops to admire, but so many other plants showing signs that spring is on its way.
That feeling of spring arriving makes you just feel that bit more joyful. This despite that all the seasons, here in Dorset give us already so much.
Thank you Mother Nature.
There is so much to be critical about right now that one wonders how to start ventilating frustration.
Clearly things in this beautiful world are not quite as they should be, whatever side of the fence you are. We should not have a side of the fence perhaps.
One can rant and rave about what is wrong and be pessimistic about the future, and to be fair this is not unreasonable. But, does it help?
Every human is essentially the same. Whether you like it or not.
This human is frustrated with the mess created by us. Strange species, us humans.
Come on, let’s stop the madness and embrace life and humanity.