Friday, March 4, 2022

Watching the World Go Round and Round

Two years ago the world stopped. It kept spinning, nature kept growing and dying- bringing beauty and decay. Personalities shifted. Attitudes altered. Routines halted. It's been a humanity level change- so large it will be written about, remembered and slowly overcome for many years to come. "Remember when we had to wear masks?" "Remember when Covid changes the planet in an epidemic event not unseen?" I mean, we have had epidemics of this caliber in the past. But, we felt invincible. We felt we had a handle on things. 

"Life goes on." Many say, and yes after tragedy, we adjust and pivot and continue on. Humanity has done that for quite a while. But with this shift, with this event- it feels different now. Judgement and mock are abundant. Division and slander are alive and kicking everywhere- not just on the Internet. In grocery stores, on highways, in classrooms. It is a guttural shift in deep seeded in personal bias and guile. Many feel justified to do unthinkable acts. 

I don't mean violence in all cases either. Treating our brethren with malice and distaste. Disrespect and malcontent. The things I hear people saying to one another. The braziness that has erupted from this Earth shattering event will not be going away I feel. The habit of meanness and personal vendetta seems like its ramping up now that masks are coming off and mandates are lifted.

The world will keep going round and round. Emotions entangled and communication raught and tempered. Everyone is feeling displaced. I feel the lava bubbling, the gases choking off kindness and mindfulness. Many trying to combat the fatigue. But it is rumbling- this uneasiness and it feels very much not like the end of two years of uncertainty but the beginning of more.  I just hope those who want to breed malcontent and bitterness find their peace and realize- the only way to truly rebuild is to grab a productive tool, not raise a bulldozer to destroy the foundation of reconstruction.

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