I’ve logged more experience than most with simplicity and the complexity you discover inside simplicity, minimalism and asocial behavior, endurance and landscape.
Here is the truth: I think some deep wisdom inside me (a) sensed the stress, (b) was terrified for me, and (c) gave me something new and hard to focus on in order to prevent me from lapsing into a despair coma — and also to keep me from having a jelly jar of wine in my hand.
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I recently had a conversation with my daughter about the state of the world and how depressed I was about the apparent hopelessness of it all. She helped me remember that there have always been elements of good and bad and probably always will be. She told me to pick my battles and reminded me that there are things we can all do to create a better world.
I believe she is, as Howard Zinn writes in “The Optimism of Uncertainty” [October 2016], one of those “young people, in whom the future rests,” who has hope and chooses to continue “endlessly pushing that boulder up the mountain.”