Coming back

I do not believe that anyone will still read this. But it's a place where I used to post, and as I want to get back into writing again, Maybe I'll make this a new place to put down some thoughts. 

Tonight I was able to join friends for Happy Hour, and as the turmoil of the election rolls on I was worried about the time with friends would be ruined by worrying on things beyond our control.  However, I was blessed that both couples I was with had more important news in their lives. And these changes took precedent. I am remined that while the global events may have a much larger impact overall, there are things that happen every day to people that have a bigger impact on their particular lives. 

This was one of the lessons that I was able to witness during the two weeks I spend in the DPRK. Even when surrounded by extreme oppression that is really going on, people are able to continue to live their own lives. Things happen that are important to the individual, that will take priority over global matters. There is a real distinction between the individual and the collective that is frequently lost. For the individual, love, accomplishment, fulfillment, and meeting daily necessities matter. And the smaller impact of global events matter a small amount to each person. It is only the multiplier of the number of people that makes these changes appear "more" important. Ultimately the example of death is a personal event that happens to individuals and those around them, the number of people who also may or may not have died around them does not change true impact of the loss of the individual, it changes the impact to the collective. The duality that we are both a collective and individuals seems to have been lost. If we only recognize one, we will loose the importance of the other. 

It is one of the reasons for my depression, So much of my professional worth is based on it's value to the group, and enough value of my vocation has been placed on me as an individual. While in my personal life, I have too much value in terms of me as an individual, and insufficient value for us as a group.

I hope that I can find the time to work on poetry again soon. Tonight I do not believe it will happen but I really enjoyed the last time I wrote a poem. I am enjoying the typing on a new keyboard, maybe I can find inspiration there. 

Keys:

My fingers move through motion that I learned as a child.
Falling words my moves reacted
Typing Tutor the game that proved
gamification buzzword long ago enacted
On computer old I learned to type
A 486 the CPU of much hype
But keys I type while the words are piled
Deep meaning not found but thoughts do flow
forced writing means maybe I will grow