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Keys to the Kingdom, No More Doors
How and why did we make this mess?
I’ve been struggling to write anything good over the last couple of weeks. I’ve been distracted, tense…and it’s no wonder. I’m watching the country I grew up in disintegrate like a pair of prank swim trunks right in front of me. It’s grotesque. It’s heartbreaking. Mostly, though, it’s inconceivable to me.
I’m not talking some big abstract thing here. I’m being very, very literal. My brain is not able to comprehend the insanity of the world that we’re living in right now; the one we are actively creating with every vote, every post, every single thing we seemingly buy or wear. The world is a mess. America is a mess. And my mind can *literally* not make sense of it.
Maybe it’s the neurodivergence. Maybe it’s the weekends spent toiling away at Future Problem Solvers of America competitions. Or maybe I’m just the one who is crazy. For my life, I can’t understand a world that hemorrhages suffering, a world that rewards corruption, deceit, and outright harm over the bigger picture. That life can only survive in any quality if we stop giving away the keys to the kingdom.
