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Innocent Militance May 24, 2009

Filed under: Political Commentary — Colette @ 1:51 am
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There’s a little bit of innocence in every act of militance. The basis for this interpretation is that it takes innocence to believe that there is good in other people. The passion that instigates and ignites this action is driven if not compelled by hope. Faith that things can change; the world, this relationship, this state of affairs and most basically people can improve.

Regardless of the materialistic or violent tendencies expressed by innovative leaders, their basic guidance stems from the innocent belief in a common good and in humanity’s ability to adapt. Revolution is based in shared hope, which makes others willing to take up your cause and fight by your side. That is why even when there is death, oppression and failed military coups the number revolutionaries keeps growing. True revolutionaries press on until they are able to express their need or are crushed by it. Learning and diversifying until they meet that goal, hope lives on and is shared. People who are moved to act believe in a change with such determination that they are willing to make sacrifices to see that need met.

The simple act of revolution one any level; personal, national or international, implies that there is a belief by one or many people that something better is possible. Regardless of what that change is or who is protesting, the common understanding is that there is room for progress. It is established that for some people the status quo is not working and that there may be a solution. People are willing to fight in order to alter their way of life or to preserve their worldview. The answer is out there and as an activist you are determined to share it.

Revolutionaries fight for no other reason than the hope that this solution, this action, this time will work. Militant action is based in the innocent belief that change is possible. It also demands the audacity to assume that you are the bearer of this answer. That although there may be positive aspects to the leader, group or government you oppose the solution you have found trumps all. Believing that as the bearer of this wisdom it is your duty to seize this moment in history and make the necessary room for your idea to grow, by any means necessary. All of these factors combine in the mind of the revolutionary. Militant action, though extreme, is based in the passionate belief that what you are doing is for good and the right reasons. After all, what is more innocent than hope?

 

Walk Away January 13, 2009

Filed under: Relationships — Colette @ 7:54 pm
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How prepared does love leave you to walk away? Even love for the sake of loving is not pure in its demands. Love has no rationality and knows no bounds. It exceeds far more quickly the bounds of the heart than hatred but its boundlessness is also the curse that draws the innocents, moth-like to its flame to be beckoned, taunted, and inevitably engulfed in its impassioned dance of chemicals and fumes.

When you try to cling to who you were you come to realize you don’t know her anymore. Try as we may, we fall into the haze, the intoxicating glow of romance. We are hypnotized by the fairytale of what could be, someday and when we save up. There are so many of us seeking love, embracing love and hoping to retain love. Regardless of age, no matter how mature and reasonable we become we are still guilty of falling prey to the temptation to love and be loved in return. We think that, to live as we do, to be as we are, you have to be in love, because like so many things in this world, it doesn’t make sense.

Drunk on intentional naïveté, feigned innocence and a dream of being in a proverbial mutually fulfilling relationship we drop our guard. We forget the goals that once made up our entire existence. We forge ahead creating time where there was none before. Giving up appointments, being late for work and skipping plans with those other than our beloved. We drown ourselves in the high love creates. We strive to take in every sweet memory and every lingering touch as though it will never exist again. In the honeymoon of our affections we dread the loss of this great love more deeply than many of the lasting relationships we already possess. Like infants we become inconsolable until the figure that meets these needs returns to our sight. Fearing abandonment, betrayal or worse, returning to our lives as they were before the momentous encounter that brought this other into our lives we cling to every call. We savor every text and pour over the comments shared with friends. Advertising our joy becomes our highest calling and the focus of all energies not drained in love making. As we look to others to quantify our emotions we share to prove that what we think is happening really is there. We are terrified of sharing too much and also too little because what if we forget, what if tomorrow this bliss is gone suddenly, much as it came into our lives.

It is this dread that is most disconcerting. Because when love is used to manipulate, how quickly we can release ourselves from the tentacles that we have intertwined and mingled into the rest of our lives. So many victims of abuse seek refuge with the very person who harms them most. Remembering, realistically or imagining that a time existed when the relationship was better, their partner kinder and their lives sweeter. They cling to a dangerous relationship in hopes of evoking some desire in the other person to come back to that utopian place. Returning to a time when things were supposedly better. Though the desire to live and love completely exists it is dangerous to fall too swiftly, too deeply or too sickly in love. Because when love becomes obsession or controlling it ceases to be love and becomes some other animal that is tortured, cruel and hungry. Love exists when you do not need the other person but rather you want them in your life. Teaching our children the difference between these two emotions is paramount. Our relationships must be allowed to blossom and come to wholesome fruition. We need never be the victims of abuse, we need to learn when enough is enough and when to walk away.

 

Personal comedy of errors December 2, 2008

Filed under: The Human Social Experiment — Colette @ 11:23 pm
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When I look at life, I’m always so optimistic. I am naively cheerful about the silver lining that I’m so sure is on its way. Maybe that makes me a joy to be around or maybe it just makes me a pain in the ass. Take this year for starters, I didn’t really want to leave home and then I have to fly back to Chicago for school. I get here and for two weeks I get nothing but the run around from financial aid which really is no aid at all. It would be more aptly named, financial pain in my ass. I finally get the administrative block off of my account. Then I have twenty-four hours to register for six classes, get twelve signatures and all the proper forms submitted and approved by the dean to be re-enrolled. I feel it would be appropriate to point out that I had already enrolled. Due to some clerical error I was removed from all of my classes, so all of this could have been avoided. Though I did everything on my end to assure this did not happen, apparently someone else did not. I settle for four classes I like. Then I think I’ll catch up, I’ll get on track.

I go to buy books. I realize that I probably will not make it through another month when financial pain in my ass will put another block on my account and have me kicked out of my classes. Optimistic I know, but for the time being I’m set, I’m ready, everything is great and then I get sick. Too sick to read, or move, or think about homework but I still do it. I’m up working until one in the morning. Then I get sicker, until I get better. Once I am healed I head off to the library to get my work done. I’m at the library for a good four hours when I realize my wallet has been stolen. Someone has taken all of my personal items and stolen my identity and yet I am taking it in stride. Now I have to tell my roommates that I cannot join them on our planned trip to the University of Kentucky for the weekend because I have no wallet, no credit card and no way of paying my own way.

I wake up in the morning to the roommates excitedly packing. As they debate on what to wear, I file my police report. I explain to the officer on duty that all of my medical, financial and personal identification and my cell phone have been stolen. When enquiring as to the value of said phone, she bursts out laughing when I tell her I paid $15 for it. Apparently this is hysterical at 8 a.m. on a Friday morning at the police station. I go over my story again with campus police. Much to my chagrin I will again be featured in the student paper for something stupid, damn eager underaged investigative reporters.

I must face my roommates and explain that although I would love to share in their adventures, I must now stay home by myself to try to resolve this minor crisis. Only they don’t accept no for an answer. Julie tells me I’m going to Kentucky, no questions asked. I’ll pay her back whenever I can and if I can’t then I won’t and she doesn’t care either way. She’s not getting stuck in a car by herself with Karen for over ten hours. I can do my homework on the drive down, which I’m sure you all know doesn’t happen. I’m too busy singing ‘The Devil Went Down to Georgia’ to notice. I have a brilliant time. I meet great people, we attend fun parties, I kiss new boys and we go to exciting sporting events. All in all my faith in humanity and my positive outlook has been shaken but inevitably is renewed. I can finally see why I’m always so damn cheerful, because despite all evidence to the contrary, things can always get better even when they seem to be worse.