Death is white

White…is it that most things that cause death around the world are white?

White bland processed food, perhaps a hint of beige.

Animal fat.

Cigarettes are wrapped in white paper.

Desks that we sit working from all day long, often white.

Lines of coke, white.

Gin, vodka, hard liquor, OK clear, but white liquor.

The white light of screens that we are slowly killing our souls in front of or staring into.

Pharmaceutical companies drugs come in white boxes and often white pills, placeboes that cause more harm than good.

White people…they’ve killed a few, well the most.

The colour black is often associated with death, perhaps it’s white.

If learning was easy I’d be smart

I’ve discovered rather painfully, on more than one occasion in life, that learning for me is tough.

It requires me to understand others and me, which means listening.

It then requires a willingness to change and to realise that the choices that I’ve made and continue to make, have consequences for me and others.

It requires me to leave the right and wrong behind and to be accountable, responsible but free from reproaching me and others.

Learning is one of the hardest things I have to do.

I realised most of all that I can only do it if I want to.

If learning was easy, perhaps I’d be smart, but the struggle of learning makes all that more satisfying and lasting.

On with the struggle, the baby steps to learning pay off if I’m patient.