What’s Your Take on War?


Some people believe that collateral damage is necessary. I often find myself wondering to what extent. How far should we as a society be willing to go?

When it comes to war, I’m constantly left wondering what the grounds are. Or what the source of the conflict is.  I find that many people like to mask every war as a battle for democracy only to find out the conflict has little or nothing to do with us.

When it all comes down to it, I’m not sure that I’m capable of coming up with an excuse to kill innocent people. What are your thoughts? When is right, when is it wrong?

© Kyanna Kitt

Us and Worldview


We live in a world where saying the wrong thing at the wrong time has big consequences. If you are self-aware, and as a human person I expect you are to some degree, you may have the tendency to be hard on yourself. For me, it was always feeling like I wasn’t doing enough.

It’s funny because some people argue that how we feel about the world is how we feel about ourselves. While this is a cute thought, I don’t feel that it’s the truth at every point in everyone’s life. I am often judged as judgmental or ‘opinionated.’ I think this assessment is fair in the case of myself because I judge myself in a way that I feel no other person is capable of. It’s why backhanded responses, critiques and accusations don’t get under my skin. I’m truly my hardest critic.

Sometimes I find that my self-criticism follows me elsewhere. As many of you know, I love to read and observe. When I observe, and learn about new thinks I have the urge to talk about them and tell everyone what I think and feel about these topics.

For some strange reason when I speak about what I feel, I am often met with responses as if I am a professional journalist being held to a high standard where I shouldn’t make mistakes and have opinions. I’m none of that. I’m just a person with thoughts who likes to share them. Notice how I never say I’m right. I just share my perspective.

I could lash out at people for perceiving me as a know-it-all or uptight but I don’t. Instead, I look at why they may think that and why it would make them so angry. I converse or shrug it off. Snapping would be an easier response but I choose to be rational and respectful and they can too.

©Kyanna Kitt

My Childish Dream

Every night before I went to bed I would pray. I would seldom pray for myself. I lay on my Barbie princess bed and press my hands together and press my eyes tightly shut and just go in. I would hope that Jesus and God would take away the illness and suffering. I hoped that somehow people wouldn’t have to know pain—true pain.

I revisit that childish dream often. Not because I am naïve, on the contrary, I’m a person who is quite skeptical and very in tune with the reality of the situation. I know that romance is nothing like I read in dozens of stories as a child. I know that people hate. I know that abuse, murder and mayhem exist. I know that someone somewhere wants to take their life or the lives of others amongst other things and I also know that most of all there is nothing I can do to immediately stop it all.

I don’t revisit my childish dream for wishful thinking rather because child me, despite knowing of the horrors of the world, still believed that somehow it could change. She thought and desperately believed that somehow the world could be truly beautiful for everyone everywhere. She was very aware but she dared to dream in the impossible. I admire that kid for that.

Do I still believe in that little prayer? The simple answer is yes, the more complicated response is I don’t know how anymore. I don’t know if we can change the direction of the world but what I DO know is that it’s going to take more than prayer and kindness.

How do we turn this world into one children believe in?

© Kyanna Kitt


I often talk about difficult topics. Not because I think I know more than anyone or because I think that I am right but because they’re important to me. I learned from a young age that a heart unwilling to change fosters a mind unwilling to learn.

A part of our journey as humans is to meander outside of our comfort zone and to subsequently grow. The latter becomes unnecessarily difficult when we become so rooted in our beliefs that nothing anyone says or does influences our ability to discern between what is important and true and what isn’t…

We’re all aware that the truth is (plausibly) a subjective matter. Outside of our personal thoughts and ideas exists a very complex world of nuances that change everything. This isn’t to say that our experiences are meaningless rather that the world, culture, and society are far more complex than one experience, train of thought etc.

As a person who has their share of personal opinions, I find that it’s important to stay on top of what matters the most. I like to reiterate that being right isn’t the most important thing in the world. What is important is being understood—or at least trying. Realize that to understand and to be understood, we must first learn to truly listen.

The video I am sharing with you all is a Ted Talk by Megan Phelps-Roper, a former member of the Westboro Baptist Church.

Happy Wednesday.

Kyanna K.

The Drive-Thru

“You’re welcome.”

“Yeah—no, actually I didn’t thank you,” after a few moments the driver blurted clarification, “you weren’t thanked, sir.”

Knowing he had just started something he wasn’t sure he’d willfully continue, he drove on to the next window shaking his head. Why, oh, why did his mouth always get the best of him. It was a long 17 feet before the drive-thru window slammed open.

A tall lanky guy stuffed the intercom below his chin. His boney fingers slammed into the keys of the computer with a breathy sigh. “$7.71,” his hand stuck out the window palm both up and impatient.

Tossing and shoving ice into a large cup behind him was a dry-faced ghettoish girl that was heavily made up. There was nothing more than a smear of bright silver eyeshadow across her lids.  Her bright pink lipstick was lined with a very, very dark brown. She was something unique to be seen. Her greasy hair was up in what I’m assuming was a ponytail.

I’m so writing a bad review.

The cashier shoves the bag through the window essentially dropping it through the drivers grasp. “Here.”

And calling the 1-800 number.

The driver rustled through the bag. “No, no, no—I said the deluxe burger with no pickles. You gave me a fish sandwich.” Will these people ever get their shit together?

“Oh yeah,” the cashier inquired with a smirk resting his arms on the ledge of the window, “that’s funny ‘cause when I read it back I said fish sandwich meal, extra pickles,”

The driver spat his drink.

“Oh—and DIET coke,” he grinned slamming the window shut.


“Alright you damn asshole. You give me a reason why I should pull over and ring your damn neck,” the driver forced from under his tight upper lip.

“It’s a crime,” the cashier fired back handing him another small brown bag with grease stains all over the bottom.

“What the hell did you just say?”

“Maybe even a felony. Kind of depends on the circumstances Sir.

“Give me back my damn card you son of a bitch—shit,” he glanced at the clock right before snatching his card from the clerk’s hands, “I’m going to be late.”

Stepping on the gas the driver’s drink spilled all over his lap.

© Kyanna K.