Not death, destruction or agony but joy

I am a paradox of patience and impatience. I endure hours and decades of odd behavior and unfortunate choices while I detest the sluggishness of the status quo in politics, the imbalances of economics, and the persistence of racism and sexual violence.

So, it is with some reluctant intrigue that I read this discussion on Kurt Vonnegut by Suzanne McConnell:

You do not have to experience death or destruction or agony to write. You simply have to care about something. Perhaps what you care about is joyful. 

I have waited and procrastinated. I have doubted self and squandered storylines and anecdotes. At times, I have dreamed of a story that does not dwell in the hatred and violence of humankind. I aspire to read more and write some such writing as the spoken word carries heft and the written word carries power. The power to continue, perpetuate or the ability to break from broken habits and cultural norms and storied tropes.

Trope: 1. any literary or rhetorical device….