I do not have a super fluffy outlook on the world. Without diving too deeply into my thoughts on global politics and our collective future on this watery rock, I’ll just say that anyone who may feel anxious about the direction of the human race should not come to me for reassurance that everything is going to be all right. I am a pretty positive person from both my individual perspective and as a member of my family and community – my tribe – but as a member of the global whole of humanity my expectations for the future dip a shade or two below optimistic.
I struggle with this. Before I had children my malignant geopolitical views didn’t take an emotional toll on me, but times and perspectives change. In one sense, my daughters have shown me a light in the vastness that I wasn’t able to see before. Their brilliance has illuminated a kind of beauty in the world that casts a sweeping shadow over hate and selfishness. But shadows only obscure, they don’t erase. My daughters will grow up amidst the suffering born of these human failings – they will suffer from them, too. As will all of our children. As we all do.
But suffering is a funny thing. Sometimes it feeds itself and despair and hopelessness are the lone result. Sometimes, though, suffering itself is consumed and life and beauty and hope are invigorated. Sometimes suffering can birth a revolution.
Egypt has captivated me. Watching people rise together in peaceful chorus has reminded me that, above all, we are one. We are all part of the same energy. We are all bound together by something much more powerful than politics or religion or race or class. And, together, nothing is unattainable.
Today the world changed just a little bit. Revolution is a long and troublesome road and the Egyptians have only begun their walk. Stumbles are certainly ahead, but they have begun. I am buoyed by these people on the other side of the world finding their first steps as I see in them the same light that my daughters have shown me. I have seen that light shining on the beauty that is still here. I have seen the shadows falling further across that which has so often left me cynical about our future.
So maybe I’m just one shade below optimistic now.
We are one.