We are at a collective breaking point. There is virtually no one I talk to who isn’t busy or overwhelmed or burnt out. Most people give lip service about committing to anything, except they’ve overcommitted to everything, seemingly. It’s strange.
I think we’re headed towards a precipice. All of society is running and careening out of control at full speed. We all know we shouldn’t be doing it. Yet we are anyway. We think our running is only affecting ourselves, that others should just decide to go the other way. Then they do and we run them over and blame someone else for it.
Our actions are ripples that undulate throughout the cosmos. We are all in this together. Individualism is great until it’s not.
There is a different sort of Great Depression coming – a depression of common decency and interprsonal relationship and mutual affection and caring for one another.
I’m just trying to get ahead of it before the stampede reaches me.
