A great depression has settled on us. Not economic, but emotional, spiritual, psychic. Whereas in the past, if you said the future looks bleak, you could dismiss that as someone's opinion. That's not true anymore. I needn't go into the details about climate change, which everyone knows by now, and the dire predictions emanating from scientists. But it's real.
People do not know what to do. Anything they think of doing seems futile. No matter what, the inevitable will arrive, they say. The has produced a kind a paralysis. An inability to plan with any certainty. Why bother? And worst of all, it has caused the complete abandonment of hope.
Dante knew what he was talking about. The words he decided to write on the gates of hell in his great poem say, "Abandon all hope, you who enter here." What could be more devastating and more final than to deprive you of hope?
We have as our head of state a man who in everything he does crushes hope. We know, in our hearts, that if we had a leader committed to saving us from the sins we have committed as humans in harming the earth, then hope, and its first cousin--optimism--could flourish.
I have talked to people in their twenties who are, quite simply, continually depressed. They are in despair about the future. Some have children and do not know how they can assure their children about their lives. I have a daughter in her twenties. Every day, I internally apologize to her. I feel like crying all the time.
I've written about this before, in a post called The Thief of Dreams. The thief of dreams is Donald Trump. No person has the right to destroy someone's ability to hope and to dream.
Depression may be the most onerous of human emotions. Its strength is incalculable.
Right now, right this minute, we are under the sway of this collective depression. We have to summon all our will to combat it. How? We assume strength. We fight.
With all our might.