Dealing with our closing horizons

It’s a strange time. My generation was self-assigned to change the existing state of affairs and remediate the major divisions and maladies within our world, collectively, and our country, in particular.

We have failed. The screaming headlines of headless news outlets and social media clearly identify that fact.

The divisions that bind our lives restrict our abilities to shape the world in a meaningful manner, the anger that permeates social order has increasingly run rampant among us, and the lack of compassion labels us in the most heinous of ways.

Perhaps the strongest indication of closing horizons is the realization that solutions are not forthcoming, and the parameters for shaping these solutions are precluded by even those portraying the most supportive menu of intentions.

Subsequently, one is left within a vacuum when projecting an agenda for the days ahead. The dire observation of cartoon character Pogo telling us that “We have met the enemy and it is us” has been achieved.

Increasingly ominous is the realization that the “enemy” is self-absorbed, non-negotiable, and a collective vision of futility. The divisions are too acute, the solutions too nebulous, and the anger too encompassing to be addressed in any way deemed acceptable for the common good.

What then are our options? Sadly, those available are severely limited within both their scope and beyond their level of fruition.

One could continue to bark at the moon in a seemingly futile attempt to excise their pain. One could angrily initiate and support confrontation which accomplishes little beyond tightening the already constricted process. One could smile and ignore the divisions, utilizing the increased availability of pharmaceutical interventions. Finally, one could simply withdraw from the process, drawing a line between the visions beyond their windows and the boundaries of their muddled minds.

For myself, I spend an increasingly large portion of my days following others’ visions by viewing films and books, gaze upon an inland bay that presents a pristine picture through its alternating tides, and think back through the passing years when change was possible, visions were rewarded, and life was far more than simply watching the days pass by without any chance of peace or an improved condition of existence.

Ken Fogelman


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