How did we get here? As a nation, as an individual, I wonder how this is my world. I ponder which direction the country will turn. I actually attempt to ignore the fact that I feel unsafe. I feel like my family is not safe.
Directly, my security is wrapped up in things like Universal Health Care, U.S. Disability, and Death with Dignity. The people around me rely on the planet continuing to exist, so we physically require some sort of move toward preservation. Anyone who is going to live on the Earth more than a couple of years should care, a lot. And the lack of rights for all people, basic respect and care, housing, food, medical coverage, breaks my heart. How did we get here?
Political battles. Ethical battles. Moral battles. Did you see Rosanna’s baby? Indrayani’s baby? How can you look into their faces and fight one another? Isn’t there enough incentive in your kids, in your grandkids, in your great grandchildren to quiet the egoic mind and work toward a unified goal? I feel a loss of dreams and goals, tears streaming down my face, a loss of hope.
No winners, all losers. Regardless of outcome, there is so much work to be done. Decades and decades of effort and love. One moment at a time, one action at a time, one tiny step after another, working to build what should have been from the start. How did we get here?
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