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When People Say “We Have Made It Through Worse Before”

all I hear is the wind slapping against all the gravestones
of those who did not make it, those who did not
survive to see the confetti fall from the sky, those who

did not live to watch the parade roll down the street.
I have grown accustomed to a lifetime of aphorisms
meant to assuage my fears, pithy sayings meant

to convey that all ends up fine in the end. But there is
no solace in rearranging language to make a different word
tell the same lie. Sometimes the moral arc of the universe

does not bend in a direction that comforts us.
Sometimes it bends in ways we don’t expect and there are
people who fall off in the process. Please, dear reader,

do not say that I am hopeless. I believe there is a better future
to fight for, I simply accept the possibility that I may not
live to see it. I have grown weary of telling myself lies

that I might one day begin to believe. We are not all left
standing after the war has ended. Some of us have
become ghosts by the time the dust has settled.

—- by Clint Smith

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When we resist, we don’t always have the choice to pick battles we will survive, but sometimes we choose to resist anyway. I think it’s important to know what we are risking and walk into our decisions clear-eyed. I may not survive this administration, but I want to start doing more to fight the advancing tides that want to make ghosts of more people I love. I’m not sure how I should be making more of a difference, but I will start trying out new somethings until one works for me.

Good luck to all of us on the side of the moral arc of the universe getting bent toward Justice.