I eventually admit, usually years later, that I actually love it when a realization splashes freshly across my face and the staleness of stuckness—the sameness of my attitudes and opinions—bores me—almost to the point of despair, seeing that I’d often and always considered myself rather adept at putting the pieces of my life together (a fair many of us felt that way), and we are all being majorly impacted by:
— a simple virus,
— an orange madness and his mad ‘big lie’ liars (not that there’s anything wrong with the color orange or madness in general—provided they’re not pretending to be presidential in the most debasing ways possible—debasing to the office itself—orange knows no shame) (There is something not quite right about lying though—look it up).
— our continued attempts to rectify the social and systemic inequities surrounding our founding rights as citizens of America…and as global brothers and sisters
— the throw-back geopolitical posturing and collapsing into the barbarity of war on a scale of inhumanity we thought we’d never see again.
All of these have costs, human real costs, that are extending our misery, compounding our collective and our overall sense of “enough is enough” already.
Goodness asks what it can do and rises to try. Asks again after that, what else, and rises again—and with growing numbers and firming resolve—there is only forward. Humanity had left those two WWs shaken to our core at ourselves. We committed then, as we do now, to stand together for and with one another in the name of the goodness and decency that is our very human essence. I’m proud to stand with all who care for the person next to them as if that person truly mattered. We all do.