At the moment the news is overwhelming. Houston is still underwater. Hurricane Irma, now classified as a Category 5, is just making landfall. The Eagle Creek fire in the Pacific Northwest has slowed, but it’s still burning and evacuation orders are still in place. Those are just the things happening in the United States, and that doesn’t include any of the political hatefulness that keeps rolling out in fits, starts, and random tweets.
I care. I worry. But I’m not writing about any of it, I’m not posting about it on social media or commenting on anyone else’s posts. I just can’t. There is really nothing adequate to say. I feel that mixture of rage and hopelessness that many are experiencing these past several month. The actions that I have been able to take, I have taken.
We’re not at a point where a lack of awareness is the issue, where constantly screaming my frustration at the lack of compassion, common sense, and basic critical thinking is going to help solve any problems. People know right from wrong, good from evil, and have chosen their sides. My ranting isn’t going to undo the influence of toxic propaganda or hold more weight than objective facts.
Like most people swept up in the madness of these times, I still have to go to work, pay my bills, and care for my family and friends. I require self care, and that’s not a weakness or a shirking of my responsibility to the fellowship of mankind. It’s a matter of staying afloat and managing my resources so that when I am able to do something that makes a difference, I still have the energy and the resolve to do so.
And so I watch the news, from the most reliable and unbiased sources available. I seek out verification when things seem dubious. I follow what’s going on in the United States, and in the rest of the world. Then I meditate, have a cup of tea, and turn back to writing and publishing and making a living. The world will go on, somehow, and so must you and I.