Sometimes I get so tired of the monsters of this world.
I remember as a child, the first time my mother tried to explain racism. It's fuzzy and hard to remember. My school in Dallas had just one black kid and I remember really liking him and getting along. For some reason, my mother had to explain to me that some people didn't like black folks. I instantly recognized it as stupid, and I've never wanted to be stupid. I rejected it as a matter of course.
In elementary school, they sat us down one day and explained how smoking was bad for us. The argument was very clear and easy. We all agreed it was silly to smoke and we signed a pledge not to smoke in the future.
Later on, sitting in the back of a truck in Calgary, I noticed my friends were starting to smoke. Some of them started chewing tobacco. There were no girls around and it wasn't really all that fun. I thought about what we had all agreed on before when we were sitting together in those rooms. And I felt out of step and a loneliness crept in.
Slowly we let the monsters in. When we are quiet and there is a space. And they don't want to leave. And evil grows.
Sometimes I get so tired of the monsters in this world.