Many people are looking forward to midnight, as if the year’s woes will mysteriously disappear. Fairy tales and cocktails dull reality until it comes knocking at your door.
Covid upended us because we weren’t prepared. It isn’t covid. It’s our reluctance to accept that reality, as we know it is on rough waters. And instead of holding the helm deliberately through the storm, we relinquish it to division and fairy tales.
And from what I can tell, in 2021 we’re poised to do the same.
In case you haven’t heard. There is a new viral strain. It’s the same as the old, but even more contagious. So your fairy tales of invincibility, or “we are all going to die anyway” will again be put to the test.
Happy New Year.
But it could be a happy new year. It could be a year we remember the Golden Rule: to treat others, as you would like to be treated.
It could be the year we welcome the understanding that we’re one race and put an end to systemic injustice. Say his name: #TamirRice.
And wouldn’t it be grand if we stood in solidarity to protect the planet for those to come? #StopLine3
We could let it be the year of restorative justice. And while we’re at it, we could provide good clean food for everyone, while we provide health care and education as well. Keep at it Bernie!
The military will have to stop sucking up the money, religions will have to preach, “love thy neighbor”, and corporations will need to be held accountable.
That’s not impossible; it’s within our reach.
But it’s up to us to demand.
You may be isolated, but you are not alone. Flip desperation to hope and action.
Let’s make it a good year!