I was walking our dog around 10:30 PM tonight and realized there is something different about the air. Maybe it’s the collective tension or uncertainty about what is to come, but you can definitely feel it as you walk around.
As a history buff, I used to wonder what it was like to live through some of the great moments in history. What was the atmosphere like during World War II or The Great Depression? How did people handle living during The Dust Bowl? I think those questions are what drew me to reading so many historical books over the years. I had a desire to get a glimpse into these moments in time.
By reading, you learn a lot about the hardships that people go through and how much priorities shift during the hard times. Suddenly your favorite sports team, that stupid family drama, and that guy who cut you off in traffic matter a lot less.
Recently, I’ve heard several members of my family turning to the government for answers. They absorb the news and watch the speeches and hear what they want to hear. That the government is going to save them. That this will all be okay. If history tells you anything about hard times its that the government never saves the people it serves, least of all in a day of “fake news,” spinning, and corporate sponsors.
That’s not to say that government can’t do any good, because I truly hope that they will. But I have very little faith they will do anything to truly help the people they serve and I am fearful for what the new normal will be once this is all over with.