Depending on where you sit, considering how things are laid out around you, you're probably up to your gills with calls to urgency, calls to panic, calls to arms.
It used to happen once in a while. Then it happened a little more often. That scenario was inevitable, perhaps a downside of the times. We just have more access to information these days. Next thing we know, everyone is asking us to pay attention, rolling out the "breaking news" chyrons and the red exclamation points at every opportunity. The world is burning, and you must fight.
And then it becomes a din. Everything sounds like an alarm. Everything, therefore, sounds like nothing at all.
You forget what you're supposed to be alarmed about. You forget what you're supposed to be concerned about. You lose grasp of your values and your priorities and your principles, because everyone else keeps shouting theirs out and you think, maybe this is what I stand for. It's alluring, after all, to be part of a crowd, a crowd that yells in unison, that marches one unified step after another. Brothers and sisters in arms, you fight for... something.
Right now, well, rights are being taken away and people are celebrating at your expense. The people you trusted with giving you the truth are either acting against your expectations, or have stopped altogether. The walls are closing in. The roads are closed. The tanks are rolling in. You believed the end can be averted, but it is staring you in the face. What else can you do, but sleep, only to wake up tomorrow? Sleep again, only to wake up tomorrow, again?
We forget to rest. We are told not to rest, to keep one eye out, to get ready to fight at a moment's notice. To never stop. To keep moving, and when you reach the end, to move some more. I'm not so sure about that anymore.
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