Not in Vain

The time, I think, is right for summation. This is just the testing grounds I stand upon in hopes that someday I shall find the courage for the real damn thing. I mean, I think that I want to approach the real thing. Maybe upon completion of this little post, I will be more inspired to seek out the real live redemption that everyone wanted to capture somehow from the weekend's events.

Stef is gone. Much too soon and much too suddenly. As most quoted patrons said, "This is not supposed to happen". Yet, it did, and maybe it might even continue. Type is a stronger form of hurt, on most occasions, then even the direct spoken word can be at times. The spoken word must be revisited through memory whereas the written word can be viewed again and again and again. We must begin to approach a better respect for the tools our young have now been armed with in the broad land of virtual communication. Our blind parental eyes can no longer to be stated as ignorance. The wakeup call just sounded. Our blind eyes will now be classified as lazy uncaring ones unless we begin to do something more concrete about how we watch over our children on the internet as we would on a playground that they were playing on as infants.

The religious person will always state that there was a Godly reason for this loss just felt. A great argument could be made for that viewpoint this time around as well. The argument could become quite obvious to many if the cause is taken up. The argument could become quite mute if it aint.

The cause is the relation parents need to have with their teens as they grow up in a world of perversion, violence and virtuality. A world of digital emotion. A world built around text and picts. A world that can seem even worse than it used to for the unlucky soul who writes the wrong message or has a picture taken at the wrong time or place...with the wrong face......in someone else's space. There is a world that has been opened to teens which is more exciting than when we were kids. It is also much more dangerous. The parents who merely allow their kids to do whatever they feel around the house will never bother to care about this virtual world either. But for those parents who want to be part of their teen's life through and through, the understanding of all that is out there for their young ones to discover is an immediate need. The world is changing faster than ever. We must always stay in catch-up mode or we risk falling way far behind. The safety of our kids lies in the peril. Ignorance is no longer a way out.

So, the gauntlet has been laid down. I know the issue, I know some parts of the cure, I am in need of a solution and my own damn will to solute. I could do as most others do and merely throw a bubble 'round my own little world and pray it don't burst someday.... or I could do more. I don't hold out too much hope for more but the more I dip my feet into the fire, the more I might just walk right in and get busy putting the damn thing out.

Time will tell. Maybe I make sure the life wasn't in vain. Maybe someone else does and I help from the side. Live to remember....Live to remember

B