White Wine and Cocktail Shrimp
I’ve been wondering a lot lately about what it means to be good.
When I opened my mail-in ballot the other week, I realized there was more to have an opinion on than I thought. Early morning, days before the day, sitting at the coffee table with a cup of tea and three papers spread before me, I chuckled at how I felt like a distant relative with the morning paper—I wished it was the morning paper.
We have a say, but in what way?
It’d be cool to have an “accurate” read as to who is and who isn’t good. Looking at all the names, policies, yes and no boxes—I joked about how there should be a cheat sheet on who these people are, and why they do what they do.
What’s in it for you?
Are you… good?
Sometimes, I wonder why it’s so hard for individuals to do the right thing.
To do the good thing.
Political or not, we know right from wrong.
At times, I feel naive to think we all have the ability to be good, but it’s something I really believe.
It’s not that simple, it’s never that simple. We’re all greedy in different ways, and the US political system has never ceased to amaze me when spiraling.
While I believe change can happen and there is a percentage of those cogs in the wheel who do care, I also believe the larger percentage of cogs don’t give a shit about anyone but themselves. They give when it’s convenient, but I guess we all do that, too.
The older I get, the more the aforementioned belief in goodness becomes blurred. I think about all of my little problems, then think about all my neighbor’s little problems, then I think about real world problems, and everything gets muffled—the pessimism sets in.
The thing is, this is just how it is.
I wonder if I will ever live in a time where there isn’t absolute uproar over the things we think are going to make our country better or worse.
I wonder if I will ever live in a time where there isn’t delusion and hate over the things none of us have any real control over in the grand scheme.
I wonder if I will ever live in a time where we aren’t picking each other apart before ever opening the floor for natural dialogue and perspective sharing.
It’s stupid to wonder, because it just is.
We love it—the people—we love to have an opinion… but when did having an opinion involve a complete lack of empathy for the world around us?
I wonder.
✁ something else ✁
This video is kind of annoying lol but I coincidentally saw it after I finished writing, and I just think it’s a good reminder to give out the energy you want to receive. Not every day is a good day, but you can still choose to treat yourself and others well, and maybe even wonder if that kindness aids another’s way of navigating the world too.
Gah! It’s all ego, baby!
After working in a cafe for a year, then pondering for like three years, we finallyyyy got a lil starter espresso machine and I am terribly obsessed with it 😭 Found myself googling when to know your espresso is ready and what not and went down the r/espresso rabbit hole.
Humans are so amazing! I knew espresso (from the beans to the drip) can be a super specialized thing, but holy cow, people got me thinking about specific bean grinders, weights, machines, filters etc…..
Mine tastes yummy right now so I guess that’s all that matters 🙃
I enjoyed and appreciated this read.
This song came on while listening to a random public playlist, I kept it on repeat for a few hours. Something about it feels so simple yet complex, the lyrics sit a bit as well.
Just… sweet.
Thank you for reading.