...we must accept the idea that reality is only interaction.
Carlo Rovelli, chapter Quanta; Seven Brief Lessons on Physics
I am, in a sense, lost in time right now. I thought I learned important things, and now I don’t know if they’re true. I thought I had a general idea of what the future would be like, and now it is opaque to me. I want to fight for the future of my children and their friends, but I cannot find the battleground.
All this concern with no place to offload it makes me anxious, and fearful that I’m wasting valuable energy. (Had I been paying attention, I would have noticed the world lobbing answers at me, but I never see the tennis ball until it hits my noggin.)
The way is right in front of me, and beside me, and staring into the pantry looking for the good chips. I cannot fight a battle that hasn’t begun, but I can see the people fighting with me, and shower them with so much love and care and snacks and wine and coffee that when we show up for the hard parts, our connection is a superpower in itself. I can see the organizations already in place, who have been making America great for 100 years, and give them a share of my privilege (i.e. money).
I am not smart enough to predict what this country will be like in a year; so I don’t know exactly who to oppose, or how. But I can see who’s ready to fight for all the people and the place they live, so I can start by supporting them. And I am lucky enough that I already love some of them, so this feels effective AND easy, like a well-timed stomach bug. Which, if you’re on Team Obtuse Bad Metaphor, you know for the compliment it is.