Meanings & Trivialities

[catelin]

I'm sure I'm not the only one who's overcome with this horrible feeling that nothing I write means anything anymore. I catch myself thinking, "Ok, who do I want to propose to today?" and then I think, "Why bother?" Not that I've really been thinking that, but it illustrates my point. My day-to-day life seems so ridiculous now. It seems so completely boring and small compared to the headlined news that I finally shut off but still the traces linger in my head. The goofy anecdotes, the stories, the poetry...I think, does anyone even give a rat's ass anymore? Why is it that I feel that everything I write here should now be something profound? Something so much more full of meaning than anything I wrote before? I suppose it is natural to search for words to fix things. After all, that is my business. People get hurt. I write words that fix things. I speak to jurors and judges and tell them, "This needs fixing." I wait for verdicts with white knuckles, nervous...but still always certain that things will be fixed. I've always been certain of that. Proud that I help people. Proud that I stand up for the weak and voiceless. That I roar with their stories, feeling like Clarence Darrow or Atticus Finch in a pair of heels. Knowing that my friends on other side of the room were just as committed to doing right by the Constitution...even when their clients were despicable, we all had a sense that we were doing just what we should be doing. That we were fighting the good fight...even from different perspectives. All of what's happened has made me maudlin. It's made me feel stupid and small, and worse...trivial. It's made me want to push my breath into the hollow of your neck, to lie down with you and forget anything else but flesh, to look at your eyes and know that there's still someone who really sees that I'm still here. I want to tell you about my day, and laugh about almost being thrown in jail for contempt of court by the crazy judge...you know, the one we always giggle about. To have you brush my hair back from my face and tell me yet again that my Irish temper will be the end of me. I want to tell you about the boys. How they found a clear green marble yesterday in the dirt and told me that they were sure it must be a treasure that someone had buried a long time ago. How Max told me that he was sure the treasure had some sort of magical powers, but he just had to figure out the right words to make it work. I just want to find the right words. But how do you find magical words when you feel that your voice has left you?

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and I admire you too

[jaarronn.livejournal.com]

Since you do not know me, please forgive my barging in here; wedging my way between your most thoughtful words in reply to "Catelin". By way of introduction, or at least connection, I am also one of Catelin's LJ friends and quite humbly feel truly honored to be so. She is a remarkable person in so many ways - too many to expand upon here, but you know of them I'm sure.(Undoubtedly, she'll say, "Aw, shucks!...Come on now, Jaarron!", when she reads this!)

Anyway, I just wanted to say to you that although everything you've written here speaks of someone who is compassionate and deeply thoughtful, it was your last paragraph that struck me and prompted me to write. For better or worse, I too am someone who, even from the time when I was very young, has always felt the terror of the innocents, particularly animals, that are injured and killed, either on the roads and highways, or at the hands of sheerly mindless and cruel people. Over the years I have found and taken so many animals and birds to wildlife rehabilitators and have also volunteered my services at them as well. Such experiences have the effect of having to almost constantly struggle to keep a balanced view of humanity. On the one hand, the rage I feel when I see and feel the effects of some people's total disregard for life of all kinds - and, on the other, the thankfulness for those who tirelessly give of themselves to heal. In the end, I can only hope that it is all truly "yin" and "yang"

and I admire you too

[kytty.livejournal.com]

Such experiences have the effect of having to almost constantly struggle to keep a balanced view of humanity. On the one hand, the rage I feel when I see and feel the effects of some people's total disregard for life of all kinds - and, on the other, the thankfulness for those who tirelessly give of themselves to heal. In the end, I can only hope that it is all truly "yin" and "yang"

Ahhh, you have expressed the struggle so nicely. Those who have the power and resources to act but who do not are also a source of frustration for me. And I am afraid that I believe that it is this group that makes the majority. I will hope that this will change, though.

Your words are very kind and your investment in helping the vulnerable makes me smile. Thank you for that.