Perhaps the better question is: are there any truly good mornings anymore? What is the chance of them returning on a permanent basis? No, I am not actually referring to personal lives, though in many cases, too many, there is a growing resemblance to the broken pieces of the world today.
How is it possible that the news gets worse day after day, no end in sight? Can we deal with the climate change of human behavior, as temperatures within either rise to freezing or plummet to torrid tropical range? Tempers and tenor of words ramp up, true vision grows dim, and ears become deaf to words of conciliation and sense.
When or how do we, can we, ever hope to rebuild some kind of a shared commonality, a recognition that we share more than we differ, and that we are all in the same leaky overloaded lifeboat, with no other ships in sight. Do we retain a working memory of times and ability to talk with, rather than shout so loud that no one actually hears anything? A time when we both see and recognize the truth, like it or not. I forget who said this, but the question is definitely relevant to our times. "Who do you believe - your own eyes or my words?"
Too frequently these days we have forfeited truth for lies, allowed ourselves to be deluded, into extremes, into a petrified state of inability, or worse, lack of desire, to compromise and cooperate. Separate as we are, the end of the road is one we will all reach, and it is not a good end. No construction signs promising improvement. In lieu of that, we find a sign in deadly stark ominous red and black lettering: Dead End. It will be only by dint of hard work, strong, unceasing efforts and the reopening of functioning brains that we can alleviate this situation before the SNAFU goes viral, universal and irreversible.
Of course, we need leaders who can see this through. Who can put aside partisanship and get behind recognition of the commonalities of humanity - shared concerns, shared dreams, shared needs, and shared physicality, denying any relevance of color, ethnicity, religion, origin or gender to inherent rights and equality.
Pollyanish? Maybe? Probably? Need to grow up already? I would rather not if that means I must give up on idealism, on hopes and dreams. Of a day when my healed Yitzy and all children will be able to live a good life, a fair life. Where wars will indeed be no more. Where armies will not smash each other and the infrastructure to pieces, the killing endless and useless in the short and long run. Why is it that we ask children to resolve their differences with talk and compromise when we set a contrary example of negating the values of talk. compromise, and shared decisions.
Chaotic and dangerous existential threat to Israel as a consequence of war between brothers, between refusal to compromise, a learned behavior of ignoring lessons of history. A United States torn by and growing inner rot of its core, led by and incited by faulty leaders who insult that word. Where open rebellion has been deemed 'tourism" - and never mind the deaths resultant.
When desperate people flee their homelands in last remaining choice - to leave or certainly die. With the countries of the world so deep in their own needs that they cannot see the forest - we are all one on this earth. Its destiny is the destiny of all who live upon it.
The question remaining is simple. What do envision as the future of our children? Do we leave then a viable world, a possible, good future, or one of desperation and hopelessness? Do we rend the fabric of society so severely that repair is nigh unto impossible? Whatever world we design via our actions or lack thereof will be the world of all the children of the world.
Take a good long look at the leading stories of the day and think, try to remember a time when there was at least one good thing on the front page. Long time, long time.
Yet I know the goodness of people. They have reached out, shared our concerns re Yitzy. The good can outweigh and defeat the bad. We only need to trust ourselves more, trust others more, seek a commonality rather than a difference, and be our own heroes. It is possible, if we care enough, work hard enough, open up enough.
As we share prayers to heal Yitzy, let us all pray to heal ourselves.
Heal the world and all within.
HEAL YITZY!
Yitzchak Elimelech ben Chana Sarah
May he be granted refuah shelaymah bimheyrah beyameinu.
May he be granted a timely and complete healing.
May Hashem hear all our voices raised in prayer.
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