When
you’re a hammer everything looks like a nail, but that’s not a good reason to
continue to pound down anything in the vicinity. Consider what needs to be
raised up as well. Consider our powers, our victories, our possibilities;
ask yourself just what you’re contributing, what kind of story you’re telling,
and what kind you want to be telling.
There
is idealism somewhere under this pile of bile, the pernicious idealism that
wants the world to be perfect and is disgruntled that it isn’t—and that it never
will be. That’s why the perfect is the enemy of the good. Because, really,
people, part of how we are going to thrive in this imperfect moment is through
élan, esprit de corps, fierce hope, and generous
hearts.
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