Overreaction in every direction may be the best description of what happens to a race of sentient beings that deludes itself and never confronts the issue that drives half of the race mad and the rest into despair. Left, right, and center. Hopeless delusions all. They grasp at straws to find some way in which to cope with the insane belief that there is nothing to be done. They will label anyone insane that questions the insanity.
Everyone does their best to find some way to escape from the reality that remains insane. Escapism becomes a thing for everyone. We built it into our foundations with the creation of fiction. Some escape into fictions laid down by their forefathers. This is often in the form of religions or egos. Some will escape into fantasy fictions where everything is warm and cozy. Others escape into the horror fictions that seem to represent the madness they see all around them, only making the madness more concrete. Some will stare down their navel and call it good.
I finally realized what was wearing me out. Continuing to question myself as well as our insane basis of existence. One or the other had to go. Not being one to take the easy route, I took the road untraveled. Not the road less traveled but the one that no one dared travel before. The road that leads to the conclusion that all of prehumanity has been in hiding and that anyone that questioned our insanity is, deafeningly, classified as insane.
I just wish there were a way in which to get over my anger, fury, rage, and sadness. There is only one way that happens. Humanity grows up, begins acting like a sentient being, and accepts that it can love in all its glory.
In the meantime, I am as content as I can be by accepting, without question, that I am not crazy. All that remains is to find out how content that is and how much crap with which I am willing to contend.
I am no longer really worried about the upheaval currently taking place in the world. It is inevitable as long as we remain the blinded, dumbfounded, witless race we have always been and continue to hide from the simple sentient clarity that precedes our sentient reality and a sane existence.