Your Ideals, Your Hopes, Your Dreams
The 2016 U.S. election left many people feeling disillusioned, frightened, and depressed. At the recent National Association for Gifted Children convention, teachers and parents said that their gifted children were feeling fear and anxiety about the future. The adults, themselves, often had the same emotions, and worried that the future in our country and for our planet seems bleak.
Many of us are feeling helpless, hopeless, living in a bizarre world we are powerless to change, and where people often seem selfish, superficial, and dishonest. Too many lies have been told by those whom we hoped we could trust. Too few people, often even within our own families, truly want to listen and thoughtfully care for others. This is particularly painful and disillusioning for persons who are sensitive, intense, caring idealists.
How can we cope, and how can we help others? First, remember that you are not alone in your thoughts and feelings. Second, you are not powerless; you do have the ability to take actions. Feeling alone and helpless are the two most important issues to deal with.
In society, people have isolated themselves and honest emotional connection seems rarer than before. We go through the motions of genuine life, but so much of it seems superficial; we pretend and put up a veneer of realness when we are with others. It feels risky to let others know that we care as deeply as we do. No wonder we feel alone as we try to find meaning in all of what is happening. Despite our fears, we need to take the risk to reach out to others to share our hopes and even our sensitive feelings because that is how we can connect with them.
Most of all, hold on to your ideals, your hopes, and your dreams. You are not alone in them, and if we work together, we can influence the world so that it becomes kinder, more compassionate, safer, and lasting. However, remember and be inspired by the words of the poet, Langston Hughes, in his poem Dreams. I hope they help you as well.
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.