The Linchpin of Hope and Understanding
In life, whenever we’re stuck in a predicament, we say that we’re at an impasse. In chess, stalemate, and in politics, we call it gridlock. Essentially, no side can advance in the situation. No one truly wins. Progress is frozen. The conflict isn’t merely interpersonal, but a conflict stemming from the fruits of our collective labor, a la programming and social structures, from political machinery, faith infiltration to presumed ideological divides. In politics, I’ve oscillated between faith and despair, disillusion even, and back and forth between allowing life to simply happen rather than steeling myself against the ongoing psychological and spiritual warfare. The latter takes great effort and bravery, which usually goes without praise, while the other grants us the illusion of social progress and acceptance, be it from self or our very many echo chambers. I find myself paralyzed by my curiosity with an ever-growing resentment and disbelief, not at the possibility of our Government(s...