Mostly because I am trying so hard to be the lighter version of myself.
So, anyway, this is how I feel.
I am a simpleton of the highest...or is it lowest, I cannot ever remember...order, and I have to wonder why anyone really and truly and deep in their own frugal, thrifty, earth-honoring, dedicated to making the planet a better place, higher selves, cares much about this issue. I get the angst and the sense of feeling proprietary about something that holds great energy for you. I understand the feelings of sorrow and loss when someone wants to take something that you hold dear away from you.
Sure, there will always be someone who will come along and manifest their puffed-up selves, having lost all perspective about what is important and how good people manifest in the world, and try to take more than their share, heck even try to take the shares of other people.
I am a child of the 60s. I cut my social, political and public teeth on the conflicts of those times. I lost my innocence there. Until that war, I believed in so many things, patriotic and practical. It fucking broke my heart. It taught me that I have a voice, certainly, but, more importantly, that I have the will and means within me to release the past and move forward in my life smarter, wiser (yes, they are different), more informed and more determined.
Protest if you are moved to do so. Standing up for what you believe makes you and your world a better place, but always remember that no one, no entity, no government or legal battle or maneuverings can take your beliefs, your practices, philosophy or standards away from you. They cannot even, no matter how how they try, take your words.
They are just words and every single one of us is more than that. Fight this? Some will, but no matter what happens, no one can take us from this life. We get to go on and have lives that sustain ourselves, our families, the whole damn world, and all they get is a couple of words.
No big deal.