Sometimes, People are Cruel

It happens every day, people kill themselves, kill others, put their lives at risk, and all because of bulling.

Sometimes they pick on you and it just won't stop. Sometimes you pick on them and the bullies become the bullied. Sometimes the wind bullies the land. And afterwards we end up hurting someone.

Sometimes, people are cruel.

When it is, we all do the same thing. We either put ourselves down or we put others down. We weep and mourn, we recover, and then it all happens again. This is a price of being bullied.

Sometimes, people are cruel, and you have a choice keep being bullied or to speak up. When it is your turn to make your move, you do.

But what if you always bully people?

Surly some victims, beaten down can be helped for thinking it's always there turn, just days after the worst victims saw their dreams smashed by the strongest swirly they have ever known, which felt like a 7.0 on the Richter scale. Surly, the rest of us watching the action, from afar experiencing the horror and intensity from the comfort of our chairs and bleachers, are pushed to watch this thing.

What's worse, this kid is super smart. Bad enough his history of bullies insecurities and low self-esteem, of being tortured by the bullies when he is being exploited by them. Bad enough all that, yet at the end of the day, he felt so much pain, torture, grief, and insults by the bullies.

Sometimes, though, if the people themselves are not conspiring against the smart kids in the world.

After April 20, 1999 when there was a school shooting that killed 12 school kids and 1 teacher, On September 11, 2001 there was a terrorist attack that attacked the Pentagon and the World Trade Center, on september 21, 2011 a 14 yr old kid also killed himself because he was bullied so much at school, what we were doing to Iraq in the war was bad because we killed some innocent people.

Sometimes, people are cruel. To get hurt by so many people, scanning out for people getting beat up in Ohio, charting shootings in Florida, running from bullies in California, is to understand this in the view of the bullied people. It is to breath a prayer that begins, " There, by the grace of the lord..." It is to write doctors notes, hall passes, volunteer time to protect, even in the doing, these things are small compared to the need, inconsequential against the torment of the people whose turn is endless.

But what else can you as a person do? As the bullied people put it, " life is to short when you are getting bullied." Even less we have the ability to stop these tormentors that burn us in the heat of the moment: Why are the most vulnerable repeatedly picked on the most?

We are unable due to our own limitations, so we can only do what we can do, only send help and tell others. And watch, drawn by the courage it takes, as we do what the people we bully always do, the thing which they have done for a long time.

Just watch and never react. Put ourselves down or put others down. Weep or mourn. Recover from our pain. Go on. And show the world once again that we don't have to be bullied, despite all the bullies of this Earth.