I am embracing spite as motivation. I am going to make it through this - I have every confidence in that - but I am making every effort to carry as many people as I can manage through the brewing shitstorm as well. If only to spit in the eye of those who're hoping they'll conveniently disappear.
The one guarantee we have is that this has an end, as all things do, and that means there's another side to this fuckery on the other side. And I'm not going to fall into despair over some temporary dictator's feeble attempts to etch his likeness into the world and just assume he'll manage it. More "great men" have been forgotten by history than we'll ever know, and in the real span of time so will this terrible imitation of one. In the meantime there is still beauty in this world, in places most miss, and I am going to find and nurture and appreciate and preserve it no matter what. Because it's always out there, no matter how dark it may seem.
This is not the end. The only "end" is so far beyond any of our lifetimes we can't even imagine it, beyond eons, and even in this dark hour people can stand with one another and care for one-another and laugh together and break bread and LIVE. And when others demand you just lay down and stop living because your existence makes them uncomfortable, it is valid and insanely-important rebellion to go "hey, the sunset is gorgeous today and I'm glad I got to see it - come see this with me, friend."
It's going to suck. I'm not going to pretend that all is going to be well. I... I may lose some friends over the next few years. But I'm not going to let it be easy by doing half their work for them in losing hope, losing joy. They're going to have to pry that out of my cold dead hands.
Yeah. I've been vacillating between a lot of things right now, but even when I am tired and despaired I am trying to make my way back to determination. We are here. There is nothing else but to do something and try to make as good a world as is possible, even against bad odds.
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I am embracing spite as motivation. I am going to make it through this - I have every confidence in that - but I am making every effort to carry as many people as I can manage through the brewing shitstorm as well. If only to spit in the eye of those who're hoping they'll conveniently disappear.
The one guarantee we have is that this has an end, as all things do, and that means there's another side to this fuckery on the other side. And I'm not going to fall into despair over some temporary dictator's feeble attempts to etch his likeness into the world and just assume he'll manage it. More "great men" have been forgotten by history than we'll ever know, and in the real span of time so will this terrible imitation of one. In the meantime there is still beauty in this world, in places most miss, and I am going to find and nurture and appreciate and preserve it no matter what. Because it's always out there, no matter how dark it may seem.
This is not the end. The only "end" is so far beyond any of our lifetimes we can't even imagine it, beyond eons, and even in this dark hour people can stand with one another and care for one-another and laugh together and break bread and LIVE. And when others demand you just lay down and stop living because your existence makes them uncomfortable, it is valid and insanely-important rebellion to go "hey, the sunset is gorgeous today and I'm glad I got to see it - come see this with me, friend."
It's going to suck. I'm not going to pretend that all is going to be well. I... I may lose some friends over the next few years. But I'm not going to let it be easy by doing half their work for them in losing hope, losing joy. They're going to have to pry that out of my cold dead hands.
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The world is dark, and we are alive.
Well ...
-- Steven Denn