Words

I wish there were more words,
Then again I don't.
It shouldn't have to be said
I'm tired.
We're tired.
Stop killing us.
Let us breathe.
If that's not enough,
I don't know what to tell you.

On wands and free will

This recent post your humble blogger came across has been on your humble blogger's mind as of late. It's quite an intriguing topic.

What came to mind is it's hard to say if yours truly would want a magic wand. It made me think of Langston Hughes' "Mother to Son", where despite the Mother's life not being a "crystal stair", she kept going. That's not to say that problems shouldn't be acknowledged or suffering shouldn't be alleviated whenever possible, but that sometimes reality can't always be fixed with a "magic wand ".  Even if it could,  it would seem to be up to the individual to take that wand.  That goes to another insight that came up when pondering this subject.

A wand doesn't work by itself.  There's someone else holding it. Wiping away problems,  while the choice of the individual,  seems to be also a community effort.  No man is an island, as the saying goes, and the sentiment gleaned from thinking about this is the "magic" happens when the wand and an other come together in purpose.

What's your take?