I'm a person for whom words come a little easier than most, but I've remained silent the last few days, save for reaching out to various folks, to check in, to offer support. It's because things like this can feel so vast and overwhelming, like they've swallowed up the world and all of us with it. In writing to a friend this morning, though, I found some words that I'd like to share that sort of sum up how I'm feeling in all of this.
I've often been asked, both seriously and with venomous sarcasm, how I can maintain hope in the face of all the terrible things in the world, why I choose to hold to my positive viewpoint. I look around at the efforts of everyday people during the last few days and feel validated. These are the times when we shine as a species.
I believe that this, not the violence, greed, and selfishness, all products of thought held prisoner by fear, is the truth of human nature. At our deepest, when the world has gone dark and the unfamiliar has taken hold, wiping away all the surety we've built around us, our instinct, our most primal drive, is not to take, but to give, to reach out and, in a driftless time, to moor ourselves in one another until things are set aright. This is the beauty of humanity, when everything else we fear losing has gone away and we are left with nothing but one another.