A beautiful Blogget and friend said to me yesterday something
I wanted to share with you as it’s a great way of thinking about poetry. Some
people like horse racing, some like playing football and others like poetry.
Without the horse you couldn’t watch or participate in horse racing, without a
ball you couldn’t play football and without a poet you couldn’t enjoy poetry. Each
to their own everyone is different this is what makes us all well, us. Ourselves.
If everyone was the same, what would our world be like? Because what is the
same, same as what? Who would decide what we would all be like? What if it was
someone totally different to the person we are now? what if we all became mean?
I know of people who are angry, selfish, nasty and vindictive. Would we want to
be them and what would our world be like if all humans were like that? Thank God
we, as in the three of us, don’t have anyone in our world like that now, we
used to have, but we binned them. But what if that was the person we would
become?
I’m so not adventurous when it comes to mountain climbing,
interested in searching through caves or studying geography. But someone out
there is. Why should I say to them now all that will stop and you must write
for eight hours per day, have the odd meeting give the odd talk and write for
others trying to find words that they want to read? Clean your house every
single day pick up dog muck and think about what on earth you are going to have
to iron in what order of needs as well as what to cook for two totally
different kind of eating habits? Why should you be like me? So, that great
saying again. Each to their own, but then to my next subject.
My friend and our Blogget Kelly put on her Facebook posting
the other day a debate about people who are gay.
She was outraged that a florist had refused to make flowers
for two guys who wanted to marry. This man had bought flowers from her shop for
ten years. She thought of him like a friend. But one day he came into her shop
and asked her to make flowers for his and his boyfriends wedding.
The lady was angry as it’s totally against her belief that
two people of the same sex should marry. “Marriage is between two people of the
opposite sex.”” She’s a Christian and it’s against her religious beliefs too!
The conversation mainly supported the shop keeper’s decision
but the story has caused outrage apparently. One person said the same thing
happened at a baker. The baker was happy to sell the person cakes, but totally
refused to bake their wedding cake. For the same reasons. The baker wasn’t
saying you can’t buy from me anymore, just the principle of baking a wedding
cake was wrong as far as they were concerned.
Someone made a valid point. You can have a friend for ten
years. One day you learn that they have had images on their computer of
children that isn’t appropriate and you learn that they in deed are a paedophile.
But they ask you to bake a cake with a child on for their birthday. Would you?
One day someone may come into your bakers and you have just learned that they
are hunters but you are a vegetarian and they ask you to put a hunting dog and
a Deer on a cake, would you? You are a Christian and, on their cake, they want
a devil. I mean where does it stop, your child has been ran over by a speeding
car, the person wants a racing car on their cake…
I guess what I am trying to give you today words to think
about, we are all different and we are now living in a society where our
opinions are simply unacceptable. Freedom of speech is even interfering with freedom
of what we think about, we are already being programmed to try to make our
minds all think the same and it’s wrong.
Going back to the florist and bakers, they did offer other
contacts who would have arranged the flowers or cake, but the people just made
a huge issue of it all and took it to the press. Why? Just know that your
belief doesn’t have to be theirs. And theirs doesn’t have to be yours. Try fighting
for something that matters. Something where there is no choice. Make choices
happen that are not out there already.
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