I’m Still Here

What mattered before still matters now

Journal: 25 January, 2025, morning.

I’m still here.

In some other timeline, in some other world, things look a lot different than they do here, in mine, in ours, this morning.

But here—THIS—is where I am. So what am I to do with that unquestionable reality?

What I can.

I’m not being a smart-ass, or cynical. I can only do what I can do. I don’t have superpowers. I don’t have a large circle of influence, and even in my small circle, people listen, maybe, but listening is not the same as seeing differently, or changing.

So what can I do? Realistically? Oddly, what I’m already doing.

I can stay the course.

I can not give up.

I can do the next right thing.

Whatever that is.

I can help people who need that help.

I can try to reduce their pain and suffering.

I can use whatever resources I have to protect people who need protection.

I can not give up on humanity.

I can try my best to forgive the ones who helped bring this about.

I can try not to hate them.

Tikkun olam.

Repair the world.

I still believe it matters what kind of energy we put out into the world.

Do the right things IN THE RIGHT WAYS.

(This is a transcription of me talking to me this early morning. I won’t dissemble. I’m grieving. In a moment or two I will go wash my face and get dressed and begin my day. And I’ll share this with you all. It’s a commitment I made, to be open and honest, because that matters to me. I have to live with myself. To be continued…)

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