Sometimes I feel like
we’re entering end-times, here. The planet is reaching the tipping point to no
return, with all the glaciers melting, the oceans rising, the climate changing,
and species disappearing from existence on a daily basis. As if that weren’t
enough, we now have a new illness in our midst, one that no one has immunity to
as of yet, and one that has left entire nations scrambling for the best way to
keep their citizens safe while taking care of those who have fallen victim to
this pandemic.
Scary times, to put
it mildly.
And current
headlines, while informative, do nothing to make me feel any better. News
across the board seems frighteningly negative, from what the stock market is
doing and all the way to what government is (or isn’t) doing to get a handle on
the situation. And if that weren’t enough, there are all those pandemic-related
stories that illustrate the darker side of our species. Stories about hoarding,
about those who would scam frightened citizens, those others who would hoard
vital supplies or gouge people who might have need of them. Read enough, and
one can begin to understand how the Salem Witch Trials could happen. When panic
sets in, logic, reason, and apparently, compassion, all go out the window.
On the other hand,
there are also some very heartening stories. There was the nice lady who
grocery shopped for an elderly couple who were afraid to go into the store.
There are the donations certain celebrities have been giving to local food
banks, knowing that the loss of future paychecks while we try to flatten the curve will hit so many
people in the worst way. I’m sure there are people everywhere doing nice
things, kind things, that are helpful and life-affirming.
And it occurred to me
that in all this craziness, in this high tide of bleak and frightening events,
maybe we have a chance for a system reboot. Maybe out of necessity, people
around the world will start to remember that in the end, we’re all just trying
to do the same thing: have a safe and peaceful life, raise healthy and happy
children, and then grow old getting to spend time with our grandkids—and maybe
even great grandkids—before stepping peacefully out of this life ourselves. It’s
really the bottom line of human existence. And then we let things like, oh,
greed, selfishness, desire for power, fear and ignorance, get in the way.
But right now, if we
want to survive (and if we want our planet to survive), we really need to pull
together, put the differences aside (since most “differences” are a perception
thing anyway), and work to save ourselves and our planet. So that our kids and
our grandkids can grow old in peace themselves.
That would be the
hope. That would be the prayer. And that would be the dream. We’re kind of on
the brink, no? I’m too frightened to think about what could happen if we don’t
pull ourselves back from that precipice. So I guess I have to focus on hope,
instead.
I know not many
people read this blog. I get stats on how my posts are doing, and when I look
at them, the numbers drop severely on Blog Thursday. Probably because most of
my pieces might seem too long to read, and I get that—time is short, these
days. In light of that, I decided to post something completely different this
time around, since there aren’t that many people reading this anyway. But I
think it would have been dishonest of me not to talk about what’s happening right
now, even for just this one post. For those of you who actually read this,
thanks for bearing with me. I hope to be back to my usual beat next week.