Yesterday I was reminded just how much I don't know about the world. I know that there are poor, hungry, oppressed, hopeless people in the world. I know it intellectually yet vaguely. It is so easy to forget, as I wallow comfortably in my own stew of problems. Little problems, some bigger ones, but magnified all out of proportion as I focus on them narrowly.
It's hard to think about the enormous problems in the world, because it makes me feel so powerless and ineffective. I can't think of a way to fix everything, so I choose to bury my head in the sand and do nothing. That doesn't make sense either. I don't let myself think too much about things like death or rape or anything bad happening to a child, because I don't have a way to make sense of those feelings. I feel like if I let myself fully feel them that I will start crying and never stop. And what use is crying over things I cannot change?
Human beings have such capacity for cruelty. I know we have also an enormous ability to love. How do you make any headway in such an ocean of problems? I feel a responsibility to do something, but no clue on what to do. It's the same conundrum that keeps me from moving effectively in a single direction in my own life. There are too many choices, too many directions, too much to do. I know logically that I need to pick one direction, one task, one idea, and follow through completely.
But if I knew how to choose and commit to keep moving forward, I'd be doing it already. How do you learn this skill? I need it. I feel guilty being so unfocused.
Monday, October 19, 2009
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