I’d love to be wrong, but at 54 years of age. I know a defeat when I see one.
It’s over.
When a woman was shot the face in broad daylight in front of witnesses and nothing was done about it- it was over. When a nurse helping a fellow citizen was murder for his efforts, in broad daylight- and nothing was done about it- it was over. When legal citizens are deported DAILY and never heard from again- and nothing was done about it- it was over.
The old world dies and the new struggles to be born. Now is the time of monsters. It is neither the first time or the last. America may be done but “it” isn’t over. At 44 I’ve had to reinvent my identity from scratch more times than I can count, and I am so very tired. But life doesn’t end here just because one order falls. In every time of monsters, heroes rise. Every Luke Skywalker needs his Master Yoda. Every Ang, needs his Uncle Iroh. I may not Bea young man at the peak of his ambition anymore. But I am ready to put myself on the line one more time. To show my son, my daughter, and anyone else ready to hear that there can be a tomorrow worth sacrificing everything for.
An old man was planting fruit trees, when two boys found him and asked, “Old man, why do you plant fruit trees. They are so young and it will take forever for them to grow. You’ll be long dead before you will ever eat their fruit.” The old man said to the boys, “You’re right, I will never live to see their harvest. That’s not why I plant them. You see, I have sons about your age who will one day inherit my land. With the fruit from these trees they will feed our village for generations to come.”
I know you’re tired friend. I know you’re mourning the orchard as it burns. I know the world we grew up in is ending and the monsters are everywhere. But IT is not over. Now is the time for old men to begin planting trees they will never see the fruit of.
You said it better than I ever could. Yes. That’s is what I mean. What we knew is done. What we have yet to learn is uncertain. Everyone is trying to hold on to how things were, but that’s done. It’s over.
If you’re still breathing it’s not over. So better stop with that defeatism, because you have no idea what is next. It isn’t over, you’re still alive so get involved!
I’d love to be wrong, but at 54 years of age. I know a defeat when I see one.
It’s over.
When a woman was shot the face in broad daylight in front of witnesses and nothing was done about it- it was over. When a nurse helping a fellow citizen was murder for his efforts, in broad daylight- and nothing was done about it- it was over. When legal citizens are deported DAILY and never heard from again- and nothing was done about it- it was over.
It IS over.
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Man, it just wouldn’t be lemmy without being called Trump supporter for having an opinion that rubs the hive the wrong way.
The old world dies and the new struggles to be born. Now is the time of monsters. It is neither the first time or the last. America may be done but “it” isn’t over. At 44 I’ve had to reinvent my identity from scratch more times than I can count, and I am so very tired. But life doesn’t end here just because one order falls. In every time of monsters, heroes rise. Every Luke Skywalker needs his Master Yoda. Every Ang, needs his Uncle Iroh. I may not Bea young man at the peak of his ambition anymore. But I am ready to put myself on the line one more time. To show my son, my daughter, and anyone else ready to hear that there can be a tomorrow worth sacrificing everything for.
An old man was planting fruit trees, when two boys found him and asked, “Old man, why do you plant fruit trees. They are so young and it will take forever for them to grow. You’ll be long dead before you will ever eat their fruit.” The old man said to the boys, “You’re right, I will never live to see their harvest. That’s not why I plant them. You see, I have sons about your age who will one day inherit my land. With the fruit from these trees they will feed our village for generations to come.”
I know you’re tired friend. I know you’re mourning the orchard as it burns. I know the world we grew up in is ending and the monsters are everywhere. But IT is not over. Now is the time for old men to begin planting trees they will never see the fruit of.
You said it better than I ever could. Yes. That’s is what I mean. What we knew is done. What we have yet to learn is uncertain. Everyone is trying to hold on to how things were, but that’s done. It’s over.
What happens next is up to a lot of variables.
The arc of the moral universe bending toward justice sometimes takes longer than three to four weeks.
When it sits by and watches as a woman is shot point-blank in the face and does nothing-
I’ll safely assume it no longer exists.
If you’re still breathing it’s not over. So better stop with that defeatism, because you have no idea what is next. It isn’t over, you’re still alive so get involved!