When you go slow, you go far.
In a solemn moment of honesty with yourself, do you feel that you are in right relationship with yourself, your family, your community, your planet, the universe? For me, there is no real goodness apart from our own honest answers to ourselves.
I will never resolve this sense of dread by accomplishing anything in the external world. I can only resolve it by reckoning within myself, by consciously rewriting the rules I’ve taken on unconsciously.
Perhaps sometimes the most productive thing we can do is to make chaos from order, to tear apart at the worn, outdated fabric of modern life, so that we might weave a new, more beautiful tapestry from the loose thread.
I am beginning to realize, trying to be original is the least original thing I can do. It is doing what nearly everyone does, tie themselves up in knots over me, me, me; obsess over how I can be revered, remembered, seen.
If we wanted, we could imagine the noblest good as expanding our “sphere of concern” to the widest, most far-reaching good we can conceive. We could choose to identify primarily not with ourselves as individuals, but rather as humanity itself, as life itself.
Where we most do not want to go is where we can most activate our highest selves and most contribute to those around us.
How do we take care of ourselves such that we are most able to take care of others? How do serve our communities in such a way that feeds our souls and fills us up to the brim?
Purpose work asks us: How much sacrifice, pain, and discomfort am I willing to endure in order to activate my higher self, to produce my greatest good in service to my community?
The change we want and need is happening – right now. We prove it to ourselves every time we find ourselves and others in the grips of outrage.
How do we come to hear genuine dog whistles without imagining false ones?
Is the left truly committed to compassion and inclusiveness as core values? Or, rather, is it committed to sympathy and inclusion for the specific types of people whom its deem worthy of them?
The racism that is most critical to see and dismantle is not Trump’s cartoonish villainy, but the subtle, covert racism in ourselves.
Can we fight without hating? Can we advocate for tones that we believe are most aligned with our values, that we believe are most conducive to change, without policing for them?
Our awareness of the challenges we face always outpaces our ability to solve them. We always place our ideals ahead of us, just out of reach of our reality.
We can’t fix our systems. We have to evolve into new ones.
Can we speak truth to power while at the same time acknowledging the inherent incompleteness and flaws of our truth? How?
We have to find a way to balance our presumption of innocence with our presumption of truthful accusation.
The truth is: social media isn’t eroding how we interact with one another. It’s changing it. Society isn’t collapsing. It’s changing.
There will be more tax bills in the future, more sex offenders in power, more devastation of our conservation lands. There will be an endless supply of things to be rightfully outraged by.
The world is a brilliant, wondrous place, so long as we judge it for what it is.
The only thing of value that can be done with privilege is to leverage its power into something useful, something that can help rectify the pain and suffering all around us.
It’s time to dispel the belief that cynicism and despair are the only ways to show we care.
I live life simply trying to discover and honor all the parts of me that can’t be reconciled.
Stop arguing that we should raise taxes. Instead, make the very reasonable assertion that we should have more public money and less money for the super rich to hoard.