Moments of Frustration
I am frustrated often. I wonder why it’s taking so long for the hot water to kick in, or why is that person talking so loud, or why are there so many cars and I think, all of these are issues that could be satisfied if I was the only human in the world, but fortunately the chances of that happening are slim. I do recognize these complaints are trivial and temporary, so give me a break okay? However, there are issues like disease, systemic injustice, or the history of our broken nation that no one wants to address. These frustrations don’t last for a moment, they’re constant. They are not easily satisfied which makes my anger all the more justifiable, but what do I do when protesting or marching, speaking and teaching, crying and praying are not enough? It’s funny how quickly pain can turn peace into punches when ignored for too long. I know though, that I can’t bring myself to kill when others have been killed. And I can’t steal when others have been robbed of perfect bodies. This kindles my frustration because I truly believe my heated reaction could bring an end to what is wrong with this world—even if just for a moment.—but I can’t live for moments. I need long lasting, forever and ever, to infinity and beyond type of change. This is why I need my frustration to stay. I need to constantly feel the very thing to has brought voting rights, education, medicine, and opportunities to those deemed unworthy.
I once heard someone say, “frustration is unanswered questions.” Well then, let’s find those answers, together.
“They are not easily satisfied which makes my anger all the more justifiable, but what do I do when protesting or marching, speaking and teaching, crying and praying are not enough?”