Wednesday, October 2, 2013
It's the state of the world these days that gets me down, sometimes depressingly so. I realized not long ago that I've been carrying this huge expectation that the world should be more adult, more conscious, more politically correct, ad infinitum. This is the 21st century, after all, not the Dark Ages...or at least that's what I thought.
And yet in truth, the world is a barbaric place, and 2000 years of so-called socialization hasn't yet civilized us.
Nearly everything on the planet is vastly out of kilter. The dawning of the Age of Aquarius was supposed to happen 40 years ago and it still hasn't. Everything that we fought for in the 1960s politically, culturally and socially has been ravaged again by the egregious powers that be in this country now.
Sometimes it is so unbearably hard to keep my heart open and witness the devastation of everything -- the planet, the animals, the food supply, the land, the air, the oceans, the social safety net, the economy, the middle class, education -- it never ends. And it's not just in this country, of course. There is nothing that isn't being negatively affected by the greed and lust for power that run the world. I just cannot get my mind around how those people think.
What I feel so often must be what it is to be a conscious world citizen in the early 21st century ~ simply aghast at what's going on, overwhelmed by nearly everything I see/hear/read about (which is the tiniest tip of the iceberg), morally assaulted by our sociocultural reality, and rendered speechless much of the time.
I know the lesson here, the practice if you will, is to simply bear witness to the madness and not be attached to it...because there's truly nothing I can do to change things (besides signing petitions ad nauseum). It's just so difficult sometimes to stay focused on making art and bringing joy to myself and to the world, because my heart aches so much of the time.