Some believe there is not much we can do. Others believe our efforts will be too minuscule to bother. We don't have time and our energy is fleeting. Life is too much. It is too much to do any more than survive because many of us truly don't live life. Life lives us. I know. I feel the same.
How could we ever possibly take control and make the movement that makes us something more than bystanders to incredulous and horrific acts?
My kids are too young
I am too old
Not enough time
Not the right season of life
Not my calling
We are lost. Our priorities askew. Over-scheduled, superficial lives make us the fools merely being used for a much larger plan. I am reminded of the words of Edmund Burke: All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing.