And when I say “make sense of it all” I cast a wide net.
I probably shouldn’t even try. What is happening in the world simply doesn’t make any sense. All I have to do is look at one news cycle:
49 innocent people shot to death while praying.
children protesting our lack of action on climate change
Donald Trump threatening violence if he doesn’t get his way
Boeing and the FAA placing corporate profits ahead of human lives
I can also cite social media where a mass of Albertans are telling us that the world will end if we quit fossil fuels.
Our politicians: jobs, jobs, jobs.
How can anyone make sense of this? How can we make sense of a handful of people owning more money and more “stuff” than they can every spend or use while millions starve?
This is utter insanity.
I don’t have to wonder why I often feel nothing but a quiet, almost numbing despair.
What can I do? I don’t have to look far to see the power of one person: we have examples all around us – Greta, the young Swedish activist has been nominated for a Nobel Peace Prize (and rightly so) and has mobilized the children’s’ movement on climate action.
Yes – she has done that.
But I see no action. We are still rushing headlong off the cliff.
Yes – there are small changes. Drinking straws. The onus is always put on the tiny steps individuals can take like recycling our plastic. What about the monster polluters? They are exempted from a carbon tax, subsidized with taxpayer money and encouraged to go on polluting. Because it’s all about jobs, you know.
How can we change this?
I seriously want to scream.
I also want to keep my sanity and live my life if not happily, at least in a state of contentment.
I am fortunate that I can escape to the alpine so much – the place where I find my peace and my bliss. But then I re-enter the world and the bliss lasts for shorter and shorter durations. It used to be days. Now I’m lucky if it’s hours.
We must tear down capitalism, a system based on white male colonialism. We must. This is the one thing that can save this planet.
That’s a big order. Every system both in private enterprise and politics is geared to shore up capitalism – which is just another word for greed and winner-take-all.
The only game worth playing is win-win. Capitalism is win-lose all the way.
When I look at all this, which is often because it’s pretty much right in my face, I feel fragile. I feel as though I need to wrap my arms around myself to keep from splintering into a thousand shards. And then I have to focus on the little things in front of me: grasp the reality of what is around me – bring myself back to the present.
And then I don’t know about the present either: this state of flux where I am about to leave this life in this house in this place – but with no idea when and little control over that decision.
My present has to focus precisely – laser-beam sharp. This very moment. This. Moment. Here. Now.