If there’s any recurring theme to 2016 it’s that hardly anyone will miss it. This year has been absurd, ridiculous, disappointing, sad, and mentally disturbing. I think what makes it so bad for me is that I cringe to think what 2017 will bring. Every other new year always fills me with a sense of renewal and hope for better things but I don’t feel that right now. Oh, I still believe in hope but it’s a hope delayed. It’s a hope that ‘s going to have to be worked for.
If you haven’t seen Rogue One yet, you might not want to read on because the best part of the movie is the very last scene and articulated in just one word by Princess Leia. The audience in the theater erupted in joy and wonder just seeing her face and hearing that one word, “Hope”. Well, it wasn’t really her face but still it was magical. It was a scene unexpected but it explained the struggle so completely. It felt like the one little crumb that 2016 was going to toss to us before we wrote off the entire year as a sick joke. Then a few days later we get the news that Carrie Fisher, the actress who played Princess Leia, suffered a heart attack and it’s unknown whether she’ll make a recovery or not at this time.
It’s been a trying year to put it mildly. My life has been going okay, (knock on wood) in 2016. The fears I have for the future aren’t self-centered. It’s not just about me. Yes, life this year has had its challenging moments and personal losses. We all go through a lot of difficult times but at least during those times it was always reassuring that the world wasn’t falling apart around me or teetering on the edge of total societal collapse. I might be overreacting. I sure hope I am but I just don’t have any hope in our leadership whatsoever, probably because we don’t have any true leaders at the moment.
I think as Americans we all got a little too lazy. I like how one lady worded it in a comment to an article I read about the country going backwards on racial and social justice issues. “Well, coffee break is over America. Get back to work.” If there’s going to be any hope in 2017, we’re going to have to make it happen, individually and collectively.
I’ve thought a lot about what I can do because essentially my interests and my concerns aren’t going to have a voice on the national stage for the next couple of years. I’m a science major and science is being attacked. I’m a conservationist and conservation is being attacked. I’m for civility and civility is being attacked. I almost feel like a Rogue One character having to go underground to protect the planet and its species from being annihilated by greedy oil barons and dimwitted politicians floating overhead like a Death Star. It’s insane. How did America become so ridiculous?
All I can do is do good where I am with what I am. That’s all. That’s where I’m putting my hope. Well, actually my real hope is in God but I still have to do the work I’m called to do.
My intention isn’t to depress anybody because there’s still a lot of good in this world. And no, I don’t think you’re a horrible person if you voted for Donald Trump. I think you should have done your homework better but… I know we’re constantly bombarded with all the bad stuff but there’s hope out there. It might be cruising around on a disc drive in a space ship light years away but there’s still hope!