Where are our priorities?

As I woke to greet another day, my foggy mind reflected immediately upon how fortunate we are.

No bombs. No gun shots. No buildings burning to the ground. No immediate fear for our lives, wondering where we will go or most importantly – will we live to have another moment.

Snuggles with my dog and morning greetings to my loved ones are my first actions on any day.

Then, the news. Not just local news, world news. I’m fixated on any major event, as if I were reporting on it myself. It’s constantly on my mind and in my heart.

Breaking news – nuclear weapons preparations are underway, ordered by Putin. Threat has been escalated.

It’s the weekend, so a brief visit to social media channels follows and it’s as if there is nothing to see here.

Self-obsession, partying, new purchases.

Selfies, complaints about having to work today, upset about relationships with narcissists.

Thank God for the puppies and babies, my number one reason for signing on for smiles and a spirit lift.

I’m staying with my folks and it allows for lively morning conversations. We’ve always talked about everything – agreeing, disagreeing or something in between. We eradicate some opinions, think about things differently and stand the chance to shift beliefs. We’ve never been rigid, unrelenting or ignorant. We welcome discussions on anything and everything.

So today my father shared the story of a young model from the Ukraine who is indeed armed and dangerous, prepared to defend her country.

The patriotism we are seeing is fierce. The Ukrainians are passionate, committed and strong.

They are not afraid to sacrifice their own lives in the quest to save them.

Would we see the same in America? Would our young people jump into action? I’m not talking the ones who are serving in our military. The ones who aren’t. The ones who are taking selfies and crying because their dorm room isn’t big enough. The ones who didn’t get the new iPhone or BMW. Not winning the TikTok competition. Hurt feelings, long work days and having to earn their keep. Immense suffering.

Some will get me wrong, I expect it. But I’m eternally grateful that my parents never shielded me from life’s uglier side. They allowed me to hear and see things, then educated me so I would learn.

Life is not easy – children shouldn’t be raised to think it is. They need to be raised in a way that will equip them with the strength and values needed to survive – and be of service to others.

I love immensely. I care deeply. I am filled with compassion and empathy for others. I also recognize that there is good and evil that exists in our world – no matter how peace-loving and kind we are.

I’m anti-war. Aren’t we all, aside from Putin? Do any of us want to destroy others in making our point? Would we set out to kill people to get what we want?

The US politicians want to take away our guns – yet criminal minds will always get their hands on them, but we will be at risk for defending our families, friends and loved ones should we find ourselves in the same situation as the Ukrainians.

NOTE: I do not own a gun, but I am NRA certified and would be ready to save you if called upon.

May this violent invasion provoke thought. May it inspire our own patriotism. May it make us realize how lucky we are, as we complain about our country.

How spoiled are we people? How spoiled in taking for granted the very freedoms that are slowly, but surely, being taken away from us?

And may this wake us up – before we find ourselves in the same position as the Ukraine.

Don’t be foolish in thinking that it can’t happen to us.

Author: E.M. Murphy

A voracious writer, lifetime learner and eternal seeker who aims to open minds and hearts. Armed with a Bachelor of Arts in Psychology and a NASM Certified Behavior Change Specialist, humanity and humor is at the heart of my writing, reminding us that the key to success will always start with a genuine concern for others while making sure to be true to our authentic selves.

Leave a Reply