I am not giving up. Even though your Substack verification code generator sent me five different codes and then immediately invalidated each one of them. I figure this is typical of the dysfunction inherent in late stage capitalism.
I continue to fill my life with my passions, which are to take good care of my beloved partner, and to make art, writing, music, dance, and tasty meals.
This is beautiful, Umair. Thank you. Here’s what I am doing in not giving up: I am looking at what it means to put love into a world. Mutual Aid, growing a garden, preparing, and creating democracy from my community outward. I’m wondering what other people are doing? The funny thing is, wealth has really never been about money. Now we just get to remember that.
When I finished college I was on the United Nations Volunteer Roster, positioned to work in international public health.
I visited the United Nations Bookstore in New York shortly after graduation and bought some quarter-sized, round stickers. They had the UN logo and superimposed they said: VISUALIZE WORLD PEACE.
It was 1990. It seemed plausible. I would visualize world peace every time I looked at the sticker.
How almost impossible that desire seems today.
Invisibility, over these decades since, I’ve devolved into visualizing my own individual peace every day and being grateful for it, while balancing privilege guilt for being able to suffer immeasurably less than the vast majority of the world population.
I am not giving up. Even though your Substack verification code generator sent me five different codes and then immediately invalidated each one of them. I figure this is typical of the dysfunction inherent in late stage capitalism.
I continue to fill my life with my passions, which are to take good care of my beloved partner, and to make art, writing, music, dance, and tasty meals.
This is beautiful, Umair. Thank you. Here’s what I am doing in not giving up: I am looking at what it means to put love into a world. Mutual Aid, growing a garden, preparing, and creating democracy from my community outward. I’m wondering what other people are doing? The funny thing is, wealth has really never been about money. Now we just get to remember that.
I needed to hear this today. Thank you.
When I finished college I was on the United Nations Volunteer Roster, positioned to work in international public health.
I visited the United Nations Bookstore in New York shortly after graduation and bought some quarter-sized, round stickers. They had the UN logo and superimposed they said: VISUALIZE WORLD PEACE.
It was 1990. It seemed plausible. I would visualize world peace every time I looked at the sticker.
How almost impossible that desire seems today.
Invisibility, over these decades since, I’ve devolved into visualizing my own individual peace every day and being grateful for it, while balancing privilege guilt for being able to suffer immeasurably less than the vast majority of the world population.