Oxymoron

I have fought for so many battles all these years. I have fought against people misusing the funds we collected for the welfare of our neighborhood. I have fought against people who did not do their jobs and made us run from one place to another. Those cutting trees have face my ire , people throwing garbage have had to face my anger. I have done it all. At times I used to feel like I am banging my head against the rocks. People don’t seem to change.

Over the years I have quietened down and moved to doing what I can do to make things better. I have planted a number of trees in our neighborhood, collect the garbage thrown around by people, gave away free saplings and plants to anyone who needs it, stuff like that.

This picture of the still water upstream rushing down in a swirling motion and beating against the rocks reminds me of me although it is the opposite of how my life has been. Now I have no fight in me, I just ignore people who cannot clean up after themselves or act stupidly. I fight against water wastage and such, but I don’t take the lead. It maybe wrong on my part but I am running out of steam. I just seek my peace and quiet. I might even avoid such irresponsible people or or just pretend that they don’t exist.

Our thoughts and actions at different stages of life make it seem like an oxymoron. I guess we are indeed a bunch of contradictions. I am so happy doing the things I enjoy now. I just hate to get into arguments these days. I seek love , peace and joy. I seem like a selfish person to me, but that is me at this point in life.