2017-01-13

Love. Serve. Give. Help.

With regard to yesterday's sharing of an article that had a somewhat alarmist title (lol), people might think that I got a bit whiny recently: all this talk about grieving and crying and heartbreaking loss of life – isn't it making me feel just horribly sick? Are things really all that bad... and even if so, do I need to take other people's hope that somehow in some way everything is going to turn out quite fine? Life's still grand, isn't it?

Well, yes, life is great, absolutely. I couldn't agree more. I love being alive, I love having fun and laughing at silly pictures of little creatures trying to eat a treat three times their size, or just walking the dog through a snowstorm and enjoy it – and I can honestly do so because at the same time I am aware of the evanescence of it all.

Looking at everything that's coming up internally does not open up Pandora's box, it provides clarity on motivations and drives. Crying for one thing does not mean I cannot laugh about another; being sad has nothing to do with depressiveness, grief is not identical to despair.

Yes, things look different from how I put them; they are way worse than the descriptions from my blog. By acknowledging the severity of the situation, letting it get through to me, and by consciously working my way through the response I come out not only heartbroken but deeply in love with the world. It is from this place that I receive the urge to act and the direction to work towards. Often this encompasses little things like listening to somebody's story, spending extra time with a disquieted animal, pondering the aptness of my behaviour or writing an essay like the one you are reading right now – all of which is so not world-shattering on a grand scale because it is not directly restructuring society. Yet these little things are all about the root causes: the blatant uncaring dissociation from the living world in and around us, and the mute conformity to an omnicidal system that tells us being angry about the uglification of our lives is 'bad'.

I am beyond hope because the situation is beyond hope.
To me, sitting there hoping is a greenwashed version of despair; I'd be waiting for a savior who will never come, instead of going out there myself, getting connected to others, helping them cope, and living the way I'd better had lived from day one.

Yesterday I listened to another brilliant episode of 'Extinction Radio' where I found vibrant encouragement for living with passion. Isn't it funny? Extinction Radio, and one Andrew Harvey has got the perfect words handy for all of us fragile beings who feel overwhelmed by the multitude of destructive forces of the machine:
„Don't despair! Love, serve, give, help!“

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