I’ve come to believe that everyone plays a role in this world of ours. Even the people who make us uncomfortable. Who frustrate us. Or those we wish would just pack up the damaging misinformation they spread and go away.
Some are here to inspire so that we may aspire, like the friend I wrote about HERE.
Some are here to teach us facts. I mean actual facts, not alternative ones.
Others are meant to tug at our heartstrings and remind us that we are feeling beings. Even when life appears to have anesthetized us.
And still others are here for us to buck up against –and in that resistance, learn more about who we are and what we stand for.
I know some really nice people who hold political and other views that I can not understand or even tolerate. Those views are, I believe, ignorant and just plain harmful to the planet and its people. Illogical. Crazy, even.
But they are otherwise nice people. Good people, even, in other ways.
So what to do with that?
Is it even possible to be a good person AND so tone deaf?
Do I give them a pass because I know they are otherwise good?
Do I spin my wheels trying to get them to see reason and facts?
Or do I push back against the beliefs I think are so poisonous?
You already know that I almost always choose the last option. And I wonder why that is, because it’s largely ineffective means of change.
Am I too self-righteous? Is there such thing as too self-righteous in this world of alternative facts?
What damage is being done by allowing these misleading outpourings to go unchallenged?
What damage is being done by arguing?
Is there even any point to pushing back?
This is such a strange world and there are no easy answers.
The problem with the internet and social media is that they give everyone a place to air and spread views that can be really harmful. Science and uneducated opinion are put on the same level and that is never wise. Anecdotal evidence is presented as medical fact. Or close to it. And people generalize.
As exhausting as it can be, those of us who know a few things have an obligation to at least attempt to put on the record the real facts, not the “alternative” ones. At least that’s what I think. But boy, it’s an uphill battle.
Periodically, I’ll march into that battle on social media, and then, exhausted, retreat to rest for a bit, until the next chunk of misinformation triggers me. And then I do it all over again.
This isn’t how I expected to spend my silver years. And it may be like spitting in the wind.
I don’t recognize this world we live in, where facts are subject to interpretation or even denial. Where evil takes hold under the guise of politics. Where insurrection and even treason are considered simply differing opinions.
More often now, I find myself longing for younger days, when life seemed more innocent (or I more innocent of life) and the burden of life wasn’t so heavy for me.
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