It’s not about robes or rituals or gifts or any of the other bullshit that we get so wrapped up in while rushing to wrap presents that will be returned for cash next week. My frustration stems from that fact that my hours are getting cut for this stupid fucking holiday that I don’t celebrate given that I’m not a Christian while making me work on my actual holiday.
The flip side is that, by being in a Kitchen cooking, even if it is for a few drunks who don’t care about what they’re eating, I’m still very much practicing my faith by acting out of love and trying to be a light. That’s the whole fucking point of all of this, don’t you get that?!!?!? Be the fucking light!!!
In the Northern Hemisphere at least, damn near every faith has a major celebration around this time of year and the central theme of every single one of them has to do with the idea of being the light during the darkest, coldest time of the year and to have faith that things will get better, to act on that faith. Yeah sure, details, blah blah blah, but when you strip it to the core, you find they’re not that different in principle. Again, we’ve lost sight of this, we’ve let petty pointless bullshit divide us.
Years ago I’m living in the middle of nowhere Kentucky (not a typo) and had worked all day. I get home and one of the girls upstairs was crying because Grandpa wasn’t going to make it and she was on her way to the hospital to say goodbye. My roommate and I looked at each other, had some kind of instant psychic connection, nodded our heads and got to work. He went for cups and other supplies and I turned on the oven and started making cinnamon buns. I should also point out, I had long blue hair and at the time my roomie was a retired Marine who still fit the bill. Regardless, an hour and a half later we were in one of the grimmest looking hospitals I’ve ever seen and I’ve seen quite a few.
Her family had no idea who we were or why we were there, they were too distraught to think straight or say thank you. We weren’t there for that, this was about them and the fact that they had fresh coffee and pastries (we even brought cream and sugar) instead of shitty hospital stuff. We stayed just long enough to give our neighbor a hug and left and grandpa still died that night but a few weeks later we met her mom who showed us love and appreciation.
So once again, be the fucking light, that’s what matters right now more than any bullshit gift you can buy someone. Reach out to those in need, be an inspiration, go out of your way to be cool, and help others. Don’t expect anything in return, not even a nod of acknowledgment. At the end of the day, none of these holy books mean a fucking thing if people are still ignoring the suffering of others and still acting selfishly. Going to mass doesn’t mean shit if you’re turning your back on the guy sleeping on the stairs outside.
Here’s the thing, small actions of kindness can make a huge impact in someone’s life. You don’t have to spend a ton of money to be nice to people, you can simply not be rude, maybe find something you like about them (be respectful) and compliment them. Grab that candy bar you know your co-worker likes or just random seemingly stupid shit like that. Trust me, it makes a difference.
End of rant, go do something random and cool for someone out of love.