We've managed to stagger our way to the end of 2016, and we're still alive. Most of us, anyway. For some of us we find ourselves trying to make sense of a universe we've created for ourselves, and are now slowly destroying it, one brain cell at a time.
Be prepared, I will probably go on a rant.
I can't even begin to completely state in proper words just what a clusterfuck 2016 has been. I don't even want to start with achievements or accomplishments, because they pale in comparison to what we have done to ourselves.
I am not a full-on Gloom and Doom person. No, believe me, I'm not.
We have lost numerous luminaries in the arts, music, and other areas important to us. My friend Natasha, for example, wrote a heartfelt and emotional post on Facebook about the loss of David Bowie, and what he meant to her.
I think her words reflected a lot of what people felt when Bowie died quietly, and then from the beyond roared back with one final brilliant album, and all the stuff that went with it.
Bowie's life was art. All of these folks were think of were like that. Life is art. And there is an art in living one's life. There really is.
I was never a huge Bowie fan, but I respected him. Never a huge fan of Prince, same thing, respect.
Think of the one person, famous or not, that meant a lot to you, who left us too soon.
Think about it.
I'm lucky. I didn't lose anyone I was deeply close to, unlike friends of mine.
Why do I say it like that?
I've killed more characters than those I've lost.
These people we loved, but may never have met...they inspired us, and that's great. But what did we do with that inspiration?
What, indeed? (To borrow a phrase)
Leonard Cohen was another. Never a big fan, but respect.
And yeah...what he did...words, music, poetry, spiritual searching. Out of them all, Leonard was The Man.
On the other side of it, our obsession with celebrity, with power, with arrogance and madness continues.
We rush to defend in the strongest of terms people we side with, ignoring the actual gravity of the situation.
I see parallels to King Lear in Donald Trump. Think About It. If you've ever seen the performance of Shakespeare's play, only the names are changed.
We have set loose a grand experiment, and I wonder what we'll be like at the end of it. Oh, we'll still be here; I just wonder what we'll be like.
--Remain obsessed with things that don't matter? The Kardashians, sports, Star Wars movies, "reality" television, dirty doings of people we secretly hate but remained fascinated by?
--Rush about like adolescents on a playground, screaming abuse and hatred on weaker individuals, then running to hide behind the big kid, or the teacher while still lobbing hateful insults and victim-blaming slurs from the protective sphere?
--Believe everything we are told by whomever confirms your ideas?
--Immediately castigate anyone who is attacked by someone you like as a liar, a fake, an agent provocateur, someone who deserved it, instead of decrying the violence done against someone, that no one deserves?
Well...I know what I'm gonna do.
I have two books, "Parasite Girls" and "A Moment in the Sun" out now. "Live from the Cafe" will be my third, and comes out in 2017, hopefully. A fourth will follow.
I keep writing. I keep promoting myself, and plugging my work, because I have a lot to do before I leave this body.
I am going to do it.
We all have lost heroes. Too many influential people have gone. I see no new heroes. No new groundbreakers, no new anything.
It's our time.
"We can be heroes..." not just for one day, but forever.
So...forgive me if I seem to be about me...no, these stories are about you, and for you. Yeah, I'm enjoying my writing, and my therapy. This is what I do.
I take pride in using my spare hours in creating. I came up with this a long time ago.
"I write about what I want to see, not what other people tell you you're supposed to see."
That's what I do. The world I want to see can be attained, and it's here, if we choose to do it that way.
We are the new heroes.
Think About It.
Now...GO FUCKING DO IT.