If people have hope, it's usually because they can see tomorrow. In their own hopes and dreams, in their children's eyes or hear laughter in grandkids. Or have a mother or father and no massive disease process and unmanageable pain syndromes. Be grateful if you have that. I was.
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But when it goes so fast, your beloved people taken unfairly, brutally when you are just coming of age where work, colleagues, respect, self-respect and identity mature and then gets blown to bits by war, abuse, neglect, fascism, the US Healthcare system ad nauseum?

Mar 31, 2021 · 2:01 PM UTC

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The skin thickens, the sorrow overwhelms, the weakness undermines, the loss devastates, the fire burns whatever is left of empathy and love and the realization that maybe you gave others too much because you wanted to belong to something, be loved by someone, be cared about?
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Even if it happens, I don't believe anymore. Not in humanity, not in myself, not in god, not in you, not in anything. I don't know if a soul comes back from profound grief and loss, and I know the body does not. So what do you do? I thought "rebuild" was the right choice.
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To be confronted relentlessly with an eroding social system that promotes hatred of intellect, gender, ableism, agism, worthism, classism, mysogyny from women and men alike - all human value systems become a form of trauma, not support. I think "help" "serve" "Love" but do you?
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