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We will survive. Hey, hey.
Old music and lyrics come and go through my head as I think about the future. Time has compressed and the previous decades — before The End seemed to be so close — has merged with the present. Warnings that once felt good to hear now send chills.
This is the future we were warned about.
A Wild Ride
It feels like events are just happening to us, that we are merely passengers on a runaway train. We protest, sign petitions, vote and yet the train continues to careen every which way, hitting guardrails.
And we see the solid wall fast approach at the end of the line.
The upcoming disaster looks unavoidable because we insist on honoring the rules. We stay on the track, in our seats. We follow the rules. We show the conductor our tickets, and we put in our earbuds so the movie we’re watching on our smart phones doesn’t disturb the other passengers.
Of course if you simply go along for the ride, you won’t be in control. By following the rules, you choose to stay a passive and powerless passenger.
Choosing Power
You aren’t riding alone. Your children are with you. EVERYONE’s children are with you. THEY are depending on you to look after them, to protect them.
