Radical/Thoughts

It’s been a rough year.

When I think back to this time last year it’s honestly….grey. My life was settled and comfortable and I knew (I thought) the trajectory of it. Nothing was particularly exciting, but then, nothing was particularly stressful. I was content.

And then shit fell apart. And in the falling apart, I remembered myself.

The thing is…I am inherently discontent. I am a questioner,much to the chagrin of like, everyone I’ve ever worked with. I’m a person who hurts, always, because the world is chaotic and there is so, so much pain. There is enough pain just in the natural world, and then we compound it with greed and cruelty and selfishness and…I don’t mean to say that there is nothing good, but things could be so. Much. Better.

I am always, always angry. Because, damn. With all the choice we have, with all the access to information, with the amazing development of our brains, we make some fucked up choices.

But I digress.

For the past few months I’ve been listening to Behind the Bastards, a really wonderful, informative, funny podcast about the worst people in the world. The host is a great writer and a real, honest to god journalist and an activist to boot. And the grey is starting to lift. And the questions and hurt and anger are coming back into focus. In a recent episode, he departed from the usual format and focused on the growing instances of protest and rebellion against corrupt and oppressive governments around the world, and he…