I understand about the problems
And the issues
And everything that is wrong and everything we need to put right.
And I understand the frustrations that may grow when people close their eyes to all that should be, and are content to live in all that there is. I too have had times when I wanted to shake you all out of your lethargy and give you a slap on the face and tell you to wake up and smell the rotting coffee beans that have been sitting for too long in the damp filter.
What I don’t understand is this insistence that we should close our eyes, too, to all that is bright, and light, and colorful. That we should refuse to bask in the warmth of the sun for even a single day, without being made to feel that by doing so, we are somehow selling out.
Pride, joy, exhilaration. They are causes for celebration. For happiness. For a unity that winds its way through us all and makes us jump up off our couches when another Gold comes our way.
Why this insistence, then, in turning your backs to the TV screens, and shouting at the top of your voice that this feeling of joy, of pride, is somehow…sacrilegious. That by feeling this light, we are turning our backs on the dark. That we are not the nation, not the people, we should be.
Time and Place. If you forget these two basics, you will succeed in making us all believe that you spend your days sitting in a heap of rotting coffee beans, and refuse to come out even on those bright, sunny, rose-scented days. And so, when you shout out to us to be aware of the oncoming train, we will ignore you. Weary of your insistence that beans surround us all, all the time, we might even try to prove you wrong by jumping on the tracks.
Don’t get me wrong; I understand about the problems, and the issues, and the wrongs that must be put right.
But I refuse to live my life surrounded by damp coffee beans.
When I am shown sunshine, I will step out, and I will smell the roses, and feel the joy. I will jump up off my couch and cheer that goal, that jump, that run.
Won’t you join me?