A short rambling...
Today, my mind was overflowing with ideas. I started writing two separate posts, but the familiar fog of exhaustion crept in, leaving both unfinished. I’ll pick them up again tomorrow. Still, I’m determined to write something tonight—so here we are.
What’s been weighing on me the most today is how close we are to the next chapter in American history. Will it be as dark as I fear? If it is, how will I navigate this treacherous terrain and make it to the other side? More importantly, how do I bring my loved ones with me?
It’s heartbreaking to witness the state of this nation—and, honestly, the world. Nationalism is running rampant, unchecked and emboldened. Country after country has handed power to strongmen who cling to their positions with an iron grip, unwilling to let go even if challenged. They sacrifice the “other” to appease rising fascists, all while failing to see that the same blades will eventually turn on them.
These are frightening times. So many people have their heads buried in the sand. How do you reach them? Can you reach them? Would it even matter if you could?
Maybe I’m wrong—maybe this will turn out to be a fleeting moment, just a small blip in history. I pray fervently for that to be true. But I don’t have much confidence that it will be.
So, I ride the waves of anxiety and depression. I reach out to the people I love. I cling to a fragile, perhaps foolish, hope.
And I refuse to give in.
Even when the odds feel insurmountable, we must hold onto hope. We have to believe that behind these dark clouds, the sun is still shining. That all hope is not lost. And that, somehow, we can find our way to brighter days.