"I don't have a problem with immigrants... but so many of them are illegal and breaking the law... that's who I have a problem with." "They're rapists." "They're taking our jobs." "They're just all on welfare using our resources." "They're ruining our economy." There are so many bullshit excuses to validate hatred. So many "reasons" ignorant people defend their racism. Even worse... there are some people who are outright racist and don't even feel shame at how hateful they are to a group of people whos skin is darker than theirs. So many people who's fear of the unknown allows them belittle anyone different from them, rather than trying to understand new things, or different ways of life, we just allow ourselves to fill with hatred and anger.
"I sure do love you", I hear echoing in my memories. My mom had such a soft way of talking. It doesn't matter how stupid you were or how angry she was with you, when the yelling and arguing was done, she would remind me of how loved I was in a tone so soft and caring that you could almost forget why you were mad in the first place.
We all just want to be happy. Happiness is sold to us, we are shown through ads, social media, TV, books, movies, all of it, we're told we need to keep chasing happiness. There's one more thing we need. One more eyeshadow pallet to make us beautiful, and if we're beautiful, we can be happy. If we're with the right person, we'll be happy. If we go to the right places, and see all the right things, we'll be happy. I have spent my entire life, chasing happiness. It's the only thing I ever want. Money comes and goes, friends come and go, I just fucking wanted to be happy.
The forest was silent. It had been for months. Everything was still, save a few leaves, wafting from the branches to the cold ground. The ceremony was almost complete. Everything in its place. The altar was finished. They had arranged a small wall of stones into a circle around a large boulder. Only one thing remained.