Where do I even begin with this?
January? Well, we started out strong. Coming out of a year that many have come to lovingly refer to as a dumpster fire, it was nice to see people coming together. Oh… wait… no, that coming together less than a week into 2021 resulted in a whole lot of homegrown terrorists storming the Capitol Building in Washington, D.C. in an attempt to disrupt the electoral process. All because we put a buffoon in the White House four years earlier. Yeah, I called him a buffoon. Deal with it. Because, taking politics out of the situation, Donald Trump is not a good or moral or decent human being.
Anyway, it sure seemed like we were jumping from one dumpster fire of a year into another. Because to say that the rest of 2021 has gotten much better since January 6 would be incredibly naïve. Has this year been as bad as 2020? Maybe not… It may be a matter of perspective. We’re still in the midst of a pandemic because there are a lot of people out there who refuse to consider their community before their own selfish wants and desires. Racial tensions are still at an all time high. Every issue and every subject matter is so highly polarizing that it seems like no two people will ever be able to agree on anything ever again. And then we have all of these elected officials that are supposed to be trusted to make appropriate decisions when it comes to the business of governing the United States and they can’t stop bickering amongst themselves. And it’s not just party versus party… it’s people arguing with each other in their own parties.
Nothing that has happened this year of substance has instilled me with hope for humanity. I’m done believing that a new year will bring new hope and new possibilities. Because all I see around me is that we, as a society, are getting worse. We are finding new and more inventive ways to hate one another without even considering the possibility of extending kindness to anyone. It really doesn’t matter that your favorite celebrity might participate in a PSA about being a good person for a change because, as it turns out, there’s a good chance that they’re just turning around and being a jerk to the people around them, too.
No, the only positives I feel like I can walk away from 2021 with came from the world of entertainment. Specifically with movies and television. And even that may not have been all that impressive. The new Spider-Man movie was spectacular, though. So at least the year has ended on a high note in that particular area.
Look… I’m sorry that this year-in-review is this depressing. But I’m writing it from a place of depression. I hate my life right now. I really do. And that’s not an invitation for anyone to come along and tell me how blessed I am. I know things could certainly be worse. I know that other people are dealing with much more difficult realities than I am forced to live through. But, again, it is a matter of perspective. This is the year as I have perceived it. Overall… it kinda sucked.
Maybe 2022 will be better. But there really shouldn’t be a maybe to it. Either it will be or it won’t. The choice is up to me. 2022 will be as good or as bad as I perceive it to be. No, I’m not talking about manifesting a better year by speaking it into the void. Some out there may choose to believe there’s power in that behavior… personally, I think it’s BS. If I want 2022 to be better, I’m gonna have to put in the work. And I’m not talking about cutting pictures out of magazines and making a vision board.
We can hope for better days all we want… But until we put action behind our hope, that hope will get us exactly as far as we already are.