Life is different now.
It’s as different as I can remember in my lifetime.
I realize I was born just under forty years ago. In the history of civilization on Earth, that’s not that long.
Still, I can’t help but reflect on how different things have become.
People wear masks in public these days, and not just in East Asia. They worry about a novel unseen viral enemy.
They are afraid to, or at least unsure about, coming into contact with people they never used to hesitate throwing their arms around in greeting.
A universal societal anxiety finally seems to match our collective sociopathy.
Many people, myself included, are out of work. Companies currently hiring bring on employees at a rate of fifteen dollars per hour before tax.
That’s only six hundred dollars per week, and less than twenty-nine thousand per year.
It’s hardly enough to support a mortgage and a family with children. It’s not even close for those unfortunate to be renting these days.
People are forced to carve out new paths of making ends meet. Not all of it is in line with the greater good.
Systematic injustices and their inevitable resulting counter-revolts nearly reached a boiling point as Americans witnessed countless men and women of color brutalized and murdered over their social media feed.
All over the world people take to the streets to voice their opposition to this vile status quo.
Others started protesting the protesters. They voice opposition to the opposition, as well as their support of the good old way.
Nothing of the sort has ever been so widespread, except maybe the pandemic.
Americans look towards the upcoming elections in November.
We have a multi-racial female running as a candidate for Vice President. We also have a sitting president who refuses to commit to accepting the election results if he loses. He also retains the ability to claim victory for himself long before all votes are counted.
We’ve seen this story play out before and remember how it ends.
The social justice movement fades into the background as election and economy news reclaim our collective attention.
In my home state of Colorado, uncontrollable wildfires rage with no seeming end in sight. The resultant haze of smoke and ash seen all across the Rocky Mountain front range bears resemblance to an arriving biblical plague.
Our bumpy road appears to still have a few more ruts before we come to whatever lies at the road’s end. . .
Or the next one’s beginning.
I wanted to write this piece as a time capsule for myself. I also wanted to share it with anyone else who cares to read it and care as well.
I hope we can one day look back and laugh at how silly and insignificant today’s stresses and problems truly were.
What else can I do but hope?