I need to get out of my Ukraine fix. As usual I spend my time dwelling and fixating on abstract issues I have no way to influence (at the moment).
People often ask why politics gets so nasty. Politics -the struggle for power- has for most of human history been settled through violence.
Democracy doesn't always get at the best decisions, many of the decisions arrived at are horrible, but its greatest virtue is removing violence as the legitimizer of power.
We get a steady diet of propaganda and platitudes; but a 30 second ad is better than a punch to the face, better than an orphaned child.
Democracy takes violence out of the physical world but it can't take it out of our hearts. The primordial spirit of war dwells within our political yelps.
So the anger lives inside -poisoning us- as we furiously type out a new diatribe against our distant foes in the comment section of some news website.
In the end, I can understand both sides of the struggle in Ukraine. The country is being pulled in two directions -from within and from the outside. But the poor Ukranian grandma doesn't get to taste the greatness of mother Russia nor the promised freedom of the West. She looks at her Orthodox Icons and prays for a good price for bread, prays for the happiness of her children.
Anger empowers almost all who submit to it; but when the smoke clears, its path is often marked by broken lives. Theirs or your own.
I don't think one needs to be a Christian or a Buddhist to see that fundamental truth.
Breath, try to be happy, and wish contentment to your imagined foes.
I don't know of a better way.