The world is chang­ing, mov­ing for­ward, unac­cus­tomed to the fan­cies and whims of minds and hearts dis­af­fected. The moments and sea­sons of yester-year fraught with pain and sor­rows, some­how for­got­ten and pushed away. There was and is noth­ing that could not have and would not have hap­pened that did not hap­pen. The world is a flow­ing river of dis­con­nected and bro­ken real­i­ties stream­ing together to form a tor­rent of inevitabil­ity that frays the con­fi­dences and plans of many. The world still con­tin­ues on amid the chaos and brokenness.

Every­thing and yet noth­ing, some­thing caught in the wrin­kle of per­spec­tives on either side of promises and hopes, a doc­tri­nal corol­lary of hold­ing to a sta­tus quo def­i­n­i­tion of moral­ity. Con­tra­dic­tions face the human soul from all direc­tions. There are too many ques­tions that require too many answers, and to begin to account for the moti­va­tions of those ask­ing or answer­ing is com­pletely beyond us.

Life is the unseen force that moves us in time, car­ries us with emo­tion, pushes us towards a cer­tain aware­ness, and yet some­how is beyond us. We begin wide-eyed with won­der hop­ing to be and do some­thing with our lives. We find our­selves in the lat­ter part of our jour­neys, with a deeper aware­ness, being some­one and doing some­thing, and we are con­founded by the jour­ney. Some­where in the mid­dle of our jour­ney we hope to find some­thing of value to latch our hopes and dreams and our beliefs and aspi­ra­tions towards.

We are grains of sand in the hour-glass of life. We find our­selves await­ing that excit­ing plunge or remem­ber­ing it. Yet we are mere actors in the story that unfolds before us. We have our beliefs and con­vic­tions, those things we would give our lives for, but for­get that maybe not every­thing we believe in is true and right. We become arro­gant fools, so sure of per­spec­tives on life that we wage mean­ing­less bat­tles with oth­ers around us. Some­times though our beliefs and con­vic­tions are right and true and nec­es­sary. We become wiz­ened sages in bring­ing a new per­spec­tive to some­thing or some­one that des­per­ately needed a re-imagination. So we may be yet fools and sages. We are how­ever most pre­ten­tious when we think we have under­stood the world com­pletely. In so doing, we reveal our­selves to be pride­ful, unap­proach­able, and close-minded.

So what to do when hopes and dreams are a faint whis­per silenced by the cho­rus of the way things are? I haven’t found an answer to that ques­tion yet, but I have a sus­pi­cion that it has more to do with how I affect change in my lit­tle cor­ner of the world.