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Rev. Dr. Beth Krajewski's avatar

Thank you for articulating so clearly and wisely what I've suspected in an inchoate fashion for quite some time now. Poverty, climate destruction, endless wars, these are not glitches in the system, they are the outcome of systems that intentionally exploit and crush human beings. The only hope I see is for some of us, wherever we are, to begin building alternative communities, flying under the radar so that we can survive the coming apocalypse.

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May 5Edited

I'm a new reader who found you through an algorithmic suggestion. I'm grateful to have found your essay. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and observations.

As an American, I concur. What you see and say sounds like what I have come to know about our country. In 2007, my husband's company sent him to Italy on a work trip. He was there for 2 weeks. I've always dreamed of seeing Italy, and since work was paying for his share of the trip... we knew this would probably be my only chance to make it happen. My flight, my share of the accommodations, and my meals were all we'd have to cover (which was still quite a sum for us at the time). I flew out to join him for the second week. We stayed in a non-touristy area of Northern Italy, and it wasn't a holiday. It was a work trip. So my husband essentially "lived and worked" in Italy for 2 weeks. That trip changed our lives for the better. We saw something we didn't quite understand at the time. We sensed that life was different. People lived smaller lives, but were immensely happier. We came home and have worked quietly over the last 19 years to create some semblance of what we experienced there. We even tried to hop the pond and make Europe our home once in 2023 (unsuccessfully - the plan was a non-starter from the beginning, but we sure had hope).

I'm not sure why the dreams of living differently have been planted in the garden of my heart. I can only tend this garden and hold onto hope that while I may not live to see the seeds I've planted bear any fruit... that my grandchildren and great-grandchildren someday will. If I'm meant to be part of the compost that was America, the prayer of my heart is that my contributions may at least be useful in growing something new for our future collective good.

P.S. returned to add -- we experienced the confusion and pain of living within a family system that was dominated by a toxic narrative. We see the conditioning. We've had to learn how to untangle ourselves from it, heal cognitive dissonance, and work diligently on nervous system recalibration. It has been a long slog, and it's hard work. Your observations resonate and track with our experiences. I wonder how many will be willing or are even capable of facing the truth. Will they have a choice?

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