We seem to be pretty poor at letting go, whether it’s a relationship, an unsatisfactory job, a harmful habit or a discredited idea. Our fear of loss of the known is much more present than a prospect of uncertain gain and more powerful still than the prospect of the unknown. We seem more willing to hang on to a piece of driftwood even when we are in sight of the shore.
It has me reflecting on just what it is we are hanging onto.
There is something horribly fascinating in observing people in positions of temporary power desperately compromising themselves as circumstance and fortune dismantle platforms they thought secure. It has something of the quality of driving past an accident, other than for most of us, we are part of the accident; it’s just that the shockwave hasn’t reached us yet. Observing politicians debate throwing minimalistic pledges on climate change overboard at the first sign of resistance, rather than exhibiting some form of leadership, …
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