Another cold and gray one, I think it’s raining but that really fine rain you can barely see. Not much wind though.
I wonder how the trees feel about that.
Right now I’m sitting here, my coffee in what I’ve dubbed my adult sippy cup, looking at the gray sky and wondering what there is to say on Wednesday when the world feels so much colder than it should.
I’m not sure why “the future” always held a vision of progress for me, social, scientific, cultural. I guess I believed as we learn, we do better.
But that’s not what history has shown. Maybe I thought we were somehow more evolved than all those civilizations who rose before us, with great culture and scientific advances, only to dissolve away back into the compressed scrapbook of time.
What I didn’t bank on was people being people, then and now. And “people being being people” meaning there is always a horde wanting to destroy what they themselves didn’t actually build.
Being a human is exhausting. I wonder what other options there are.
I wish I knew how we could deal with the ones who want to ruin it for the rest of us. Unfortunately, my brain is not up to that task.
Especially not on a rainy Wednesday when the world feels so much colder than it should.
But we have our pockets. We have our own corners of this senseless planet, and we have our ways to help each other, quietly and loudly.
Because this is the future, and maybe it’s not the shiny utopia we’d hoped for. Maybe that hope for a shiny utopia is nonsensical, if it it does, in fact, have to contain humans.
Maybe I’m the strangest combination of optimistic and pessimistic this morning. Though I realize now I haven’t shown much optimism.
The thing is, no matter how many times I extol myself to accept that imaginary future isn’t here and isn’t coming, there’s that tiny part of me that thinks it could.
It still could.
Maybe.
And that’s why it may be cold for several days, but eventually the sun will shine.
Anyway, that’s it for me today, I wish you the most lovely Wendesday.
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