Day 111. How can you shine so bright? (22/4/19)

I started to write this at about 6pm. It's now pushing midnight and I'm trying again.

The previous version was abandoned because it was, frankly, rubbish. Didn't say anything I wanted to say.

I'm getting this in as a quick one before I sit down and watch Line Of Duty.

J texted me at 10-ish, while I was at a gig. Startled emoji face. 'Line of Duty'. That's it. So I have to catch up now, don't I?

(The gig? John Head at Parr Street Studio 2. Night 2 of 2. The first night sold out in a minute. I missed out. Didn't miss out on this one. And was delighted I hadn't. Spectacular gig. Another night in amongst a community of like minded, lovely, talented people. So, Soundtrack: Shack '...Here's Tom With The Weather'. Which will kind of tie into the overall thing I'm saying here.)

Small pleasures.

A good gig (an epic gig). Getting the garden mowed. Sitting in the sun. Reading a couple of books. Knocking out a bit of script. Liverpool winning. Everton winning. Discussions with mates about whether Everton beating United helps Liverpool's title challenge as United now REALLY have to turn up on Wednesday against City no matter what their fans may think they think. Discussions with mates in general. About anything. Just catching up. Picking up a guitar. Throwing a few chords together.

Small pleasures.

That's what life is. Small pleasures with good people. Put together as a chain of events. It's no more than that really. Doesn't need to be anything more than that. Being happy, making others happy.

I'd tried writing about what happened in Sri Lanka.

But it's too big, too appalling. Again. We keep coming up with new things that are too big and too appalling.

Religious extremists apparently.

207 people killed, at the last count that I saw, in attacks on churches and hotels. 207 people killed in the name of religion.

Haven't got a clue what religion we're talking about the extremists belonging to, that wasn't being reported when I left the house. Don't know if it has been yet.

But whatever the religion is, if your religion is a reason to kill people then it's a shit religion. End of.

For christ's sake, we have a photo of an actual black hole. We have a photo of something incredible and massive and millions of years old that exists without any understanding of us being here.

We don't matter.

The fact that we may choose to worship different gods as part of our way of working out where we are in the universe doesn't matter. Hardly any of us get to clock up a hundred years. We're a whisper in infinity. We don't matter and when we go the world doesn't notice.

Everybody gets forgotten so what does it matter what land you own or which god you call on?

Get a grip. Just live your life and let everybody else live their lives. Don't impose your ideas on others.

Just make people's days a touch happier for you being round. That means far more than spreading your ideology in as vicious a manner as possible.

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