Well, it’s mid-December. It’s such a strange time. I find it so odd how the US election is juxtaposed immediately before the holiday season. Alas, that is for another post, another time.
I saw something while scrolling the other day about the rich people who died when the Titanic sank. I haven’t done the research to verify, but it said many of the rich men chose to remain aboard the ship to keep room for women and children in the lifeboats. The post ascribed dedication to honor and morals to those men and suggested today’s financial elite would likely not behave the same way. At least one of those rich guys was on the boat with his mistress, so dedication to honor and morals is relative.
The first thing that came to mind while reading was:
“The good are better than ever before and the worst are worse than ever before, but it’s getting harder and harder to tell the difference.”
Is it though?
It’s not. It’s not harder to tell the difference. It seems a lot of people are good at convincing themselves that they are the good guys. People don’t want to hear they are the bad guys. People don’t want to hear their on the same side as the bad guys. They won’t hear it. They refuse to digest it. I get it. I get how hard that must be.
I don’t know what to do about it. I guess the first step in dealing with anything is acknowledging what’s there. So that’s there.
A difficult part for me is engaging with the good guys who have misguidedly and actively aligned with the bad guys. It makes life really hard. It makes holidays, family, relationships, daily life, and community really hard.
But in the hard, there is opportunity and a good story. When we don’t know what to do about what’s going on, write. Write about the better than ever before. Write about the worst than ever before. Write about the hard holidays, families, relationships, daily life, and community. Write about the journey of the good guys hanging out with the baddies and the baddies finding their way home.
Just write. Sometimes, that’s all we have.
Sparks 