This has been a terribly difficult year, personally with my mom, in public given the election. And yet I’m optimistic. Not in the way of platitudes, the gloss in which civilized people excel. But optimistic when you admit everything’s been awful. Awful with teeth. You face it and fight it and believe anyway.
I believe that people are good. I believe that life is good. I believe this because of the irregular splatting of raindrops and because joy.
Joy. How could joy be so powerful if we were not good? If life were not good?
It’s raining. We had years of drought, and today it’s raining. I believe in the science of climate change. This anecdotal rain is nothing compared to data and yet it gives me hope. People are like that. Our feelings trounce logic. Let’s use our irrationality for good instead of evil.
I don’t even think my optimism is per se “right.” But it’s what I’ve got, so what I’ve got I’ll bring.
Love you all. Have a good weekend.