I am Tired.

I am tired of tales of failed relationships, falling off the wagon, cashing it all in, the loss of pets, moving away, losing it all, the destruction of earth, the end of beauty.

And I am bored of art that showcases ugliness, normalizes vulgarity, desensitizes violence, shines light on darkness.

And I am weary of crass words, assaulted adornment, offensive odors, frightful countenances.

All of these things are in life- sure. We must deal with it and be compassionate, but must we be made to embrace it all? Must we redefine it all? Must we say up is down and right is wrong? Must we wallow?

Can we highlight instead the stories of those who stayed, those who didn’t capitulate, those who chose right when wrong was so much easier, those who spoke with gentility, those who created softness, those whose touch was healing, those who illuminated the night, those whose only shirts were cared for, those whose faces bore light?

I need those stories.