The movies Don’t Look Up and Killers of the Flower Moon, written with different plots, their premises are the same: greed for power, resulting in the destruction of people.
The end of the 2023 playbook mirrors a sadness and destruction with wars, political toxicity, and an up close and personal view of climate twisting, tossing, and throwing weather changes as if the gods are playing a game of tennis.
Adding to the end of the year are, for many, unfinished projects, friends not contacted because of busy schedules, unresolved family disagreements, and an uncertainty of what the new year will bring.
A question: If time was known to be coming to an end, what would be a priority? Would it be stockpiling money, would modern day warlords’ stubbornness finally find peace, or would cultures band together for resolutions to save all mankind and this planet?
Living in Europe has given a different perspective on life, one that settles well with me. While the EU is drenched in its unique set of issues and problems, there appears a common goal to work together and react with proactive resolutions. Even as there are a few EU countries out of sync with their neighbors on governing policies, overall, the majority’s ideal is steady—nothing is resolved for the betterment if the pendulum swings too far to the right. For example, the higher percentage of affordable electric vehicles manufactured and sold in Europe far exceeds the US.
Nothing is divided by oceans and continents; we’re all hoping a better future is left behind for the next generations. Yet, we see platforms like X, formally Twitter, comfortable with permissible falsehoods and pitting people against each other by igniting fear. What happened? How did society sink to a dilemma where it’s okay to fight over land, snuff out life over control for power, or run a country based on extremist minority views?
I was overlooking the Atlantic Ocean and the sky was mixed with more grey than blue clouds. A storm was looming. I thought how small and insignificant I seemed pitted against this vast ocean. I wondered long after I’m gone, how many people would stand in this exact spot? Would life be different in a good way or a so bad that being outside was dangerous? Would good be the new bad, and bad be the new good?
Christmas is saturated in festive dinners, decorated trees, carols sung, gatherings with friends and family, gift exchanges, and higher church attendances—maybe it’s okay embracing and holding on to these traditions as a way of finding some normalcy—in a time when what was normal has increasingly become lost.
Joy, Peace, and Love