I will never understand

I started researching “private islands for sale” again yesterday, after waking to the horror of more terror attacks in the UK.

There is so much hate in the world. I want to run away and hide from it.

I usually avoid world events on the blog – I figure you’re bombarded enough without my two bob’s worth.

But yesterday had me echoing Theresa May’s “enough is enough.”

I will never, ever understand how such attacks are justified as being done in the name of God.

Harun Khan, secretary general of the Muslim Council of Britain said: “That this should happen in this month of Ramadan, when many Muslims were praying and fasting only goes to show that these people respect neither life nor faith.”

Last year, the Dalai Lama had his say too: “Buddhist terrorist. Muslim terrorist. That wording is wrong. Any person who wants to indulge in violence is no longer a genuine Buddhist or genuine Muslim, because it is a Muslim teaching that once you are involved in bloodshed, actually you are no longer a genuine practitioner of Islam.”

And I will never, ever understand how the killers can think God will reward them for their violence.

A lot of people are saying that the world would be a much more peaceful place without religion, but the godless are pretty good at hate too.

And not just when it comes to brutalising strangers. It filters through every layer of life right down to the closest to home.

And I’ve had enough of that too.

There are so many kids getting hurt. Not blown up by bombs, thank heavens, but their emotional lives are being permanently screwed up by warring parents.

The ugliness that people wreak in the name of “I’ve been wronged” shites me up the wall.

I talked to one of my kids’ friends last week about why I get along so well with my ex. She was fascinated (and envious) to see me chatting and laughing with him at a school musical performance. Her parents’ divorce was nasty – they never speak a civil word to each other and avoid being in the same room.

I explained to her that while I didn’t want my husband to leave and was devastated by what happened, it was easier – for the sake of our kids – to “get along”.

What I’ve realised is that it’s also easier for the sake of ME. I still feel occasional flares of anger about the unfairness of what happened and its financial fallout, but what’s to gain by perpetually fanning the flames?

I’ve choose to focus on the good rather than dwell on the bad.

And there is so much good in my world. I wish the angry exes who are lucky enough to have their kids and their health and a nice, peaceful place to live could appreciate those blessings and put the hate behind them.

As for the private island … my favourite is still Motukawaiti Island in New Zealand. It’s the one pictured above. Isn’t it gorgeous?

Song of the day: Donna Summer “I feel love”

 

 

 

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2 thoughts on “I will never understand

  1. Yeh I hear you about planning an escape, but I reckon that island is more than 5 minutes from a Myers so I am gonna have to continue to take my chances in the city. My London born and bred fella and I sat and watched yesterday with a combination of disgust and disbelief and utter sadness and then realised how lucky we are.

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