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I believe there is space for joy, even amid all this uncertainty and suffering, amid this bad hand we’ve been dealt. The longer we spend despairing about the state of the world and our own inaction, the less time we have to make any kind of difference, to find the elements of life that make it worth living. Even as the world fractures before our eyes, we are here, participating in life. Like the earthworm, like everything, for better or for worse, we are. We cannot spend our lives in indecision, waiting for the perfect intervention. The world changes around us as we idle, as we chase that elusive space between too much and not enough. All the while, cities swarm and swell around us. Rivers flow. Trees fall. Oceans rise. People are born and leave a mark and die. All we have to do is decide what difference we will make, what we will save. Even if it’s just a worm, writhing on a sidewalk in the Ohio sun.
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