Try as I might, I cannot change the world, or at least overnight and through effort of will, through arguing and anger. That I felt the need to do so no doubt stems from some primitive fusion between myself and “out there” that arose as a result of my very early trauma.
I can, I think, trust that things will work out, that overall good things are on the way, even if it is clear that horrific suffering can be found the world over, suffering that will never be redeemed in this life. People are broken by fear and horror, and grief most of us cannot begin to imagine.
Still, hope springs eternal. Human kind has been cruel since time immemorial, and we are now for the first time in a position to contemplate global peace, and able to hope it is one that evolves, and not one that is imposed.