We’ve seen it: a hero welcome at the heart of Democracy, a damning report about its former Head, and of course, a massive spending to come.
All in one day. Not to mention reduced life expectancy for folks like myself.
Everything accelerates: the pace of spending, inflation and interest rates, climate change and no choices for the poor.
We’re all social media welfare queens. Relying on pushed ads spending to keep each other amused and entertained. At the costs of our time and creativity. All the time curating snippets and nuggets of cute quotes to post. To no avail. To no one.
All the while, where is the human heart? Does it take a non-NATO comedian to remind us of the seriousness of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness? Out the mouth of babes. Former comedian outlasts former President. What a poetic sense of an ending. TIME magazine Man of the Year. Real vs fake, hero vs coward.
You get the gist. Now, let’s put back the human heart where it belongs (after screwing back the head – on the cover of TIME and elsewhere).
Our human family have been distracted: first by Covid, then by insurrection, then by inflation and war. We’ve forgotten each other and our very selves. TIME missing person of the year has been us all along. Or more rightly, our human heart.
Let’s gift ourselves this season. With real heart, however long it will still work, per latest life expectancy data.
Stay away from overdose. The only overdose we should allow ourselves is overdosing on love. On compassion for the less fortunate and those out in the cold.
It’s one down and a few to go for me (coldest nights). I will survive. I will thrive. I will live. To see the day when the world gets back its heart. It will be a great countdown, louder than Times Square ‘s on New Year’s Eve. Every heartbeat counts.
This year’s Christmas movie on my list is Avatar. The public expects another dose of endorphin. We’re all under the influence. Of times past. Of Christmas past. Times we received loving care and compassion. Give and receive. Gift exchange. Surprised by joy.
We’re more than our mere biological make-ups. Knowing that, let’s put back the heart to human. Not to complete its biological function, albeit utmost necessary. But to make the argument stick: we’re more, much more. Shame that it takes a former comedian to make us cry, right at the heart of Democracy. The same Chamber that the former Head lit the fire, in the hope to see it destroyed on TV.
Thang Nguyen 555 