I’m fixing a hole where the rain gets inAnd stops my mind from wandering
Where it will go
I’m filling the cracks that ran through the door
And kept my mind from wandering
Where it will go
And it really doesn’t matter if I’m wrong I’m right
Where I belong I’m right
Where I belong
See the people standing there who disagree and never win
And wonder why they don’t get in my door.
– The Beatles
Hard not to weigh in on presidential debates, even though much is being said and has been said.It’s really not as much about the candidates as it is about how much it reveals about our country.We are a country at war – at war with each other.
Families are being torn apart through division, long-term friendships are falling apart, all forms of relationships are at sea. And it really doesn’t matter what the incendiary spark is – could be political, could be who wears masks and who doesn’t. We are a country divided like never before and yet, strangely enough, we are not separate. We may think differently, but we all feel the same. We are afraid, anxious, and floundering. And we all have different affects to our fears: we are either bullying or floundering.
We are either dominating or like a deer in the headlights, wondering where to turn and trying to find solid ground. We have lost the ability to listen. We are a country only concerned with hearing ourselves.
What is the source of this? Can we find the root cause? We are all looking for one or something to blame when we are out of control. Somehow we associate blame with some sort of ballast, some diving rod to stability. When a country is as divided as we are, this is historically the beginning of the end.
The good thing about and an end is, it ushers in a new beginning.