It’s not on you to save the world. It’s not on you to save everyone.
Or as my husband so eloquently puts it “You can’t hug every cat.” (It’s from a video. It’s also a lesson from our years as fosters. You can’t foster every cat.)
Some of us — and I think we’re probably overrepresented on this blog — realized there was evil in the world and ten seconds later decided it was somehow our fault and it was on us to save the world/mend all pains/heal all wounds.
This cannot be done. Not by any individual, and maybe not even by a lot of us. It’s impossible, and also hubristic.
That evil exists in the world is the result of humans having imperfections — or if you prefer, the Fall — and of the fact we each have free will. You can’t stop pain in other humans, except by making them stop existing. (Which is where every scheme for “heaven on Earth” leads us.
And that’s the grossest evil of all.
To the extent I’m doing better/less crazy than I was in 2020 it’s because I realized/internalized it’s not on me. Living in times of extreme madness doesn’t mean I’m responsible for stopping it/making people see sanity.
I can’t actually “change the world.” The world is big, and I’m only one person.
All I can do is all I can do. I can keep the lamp lit, so others see it. I can keep people from thinking they’re so completely alone.
I can work harder, or more efficiently, make more money, and help support/give work and pay members of our community who are in danger of going under right now. (And so many people are.)
I know that communism CAN’T work here, and I mean it can’t stay on for any given time. Not because we’re special, but because we are those that have enabled communists around the world by feeding them. No one is big enough to feed us. And it’s going to get bad, even here, which means the rest of the world is going to get into outright death and famine.
I can’t do much about that. I know the lights are going to go out for a time. I pray the time is short, but making sure it is so is not on me. I can help as much as I can by exhorting/helping/pushing, but I’m not the ruler of the world. And Americans don’t really have rulers, even if we have idiots who want to rule us.
It’s not on me.
All I can do is all I can do, and I’ll continue doing it. And when the black dog comes around, I’ll just work harder.
If you do likewise, maybe the landing will be soft, the darkness short.
All we can do is all we can do.
And hope and pray the rest goes well.
Be not afraid. In the end, we win, they lose.
In the meantime, just keep swimming.