I Wonder...

I wonder what it would be like to look at the coming days, weeks, months, and years… and not feel a chill of fear shoot up my spine. How can I have hope when marginalized people are continually being told we’re being dramatic while being targeted by our representatives to remove basic rights and protections?

I wonder what it would be like to achieve the success I yearn for, that I’ve always yearned for, that I’ve always felt was supposed to be. I was contacted by a member of The Academy to discuss how I could turn my science fiction series into a TV show, and if it happens… I can’t even begin to fathom how my life would change.

I wonder what it might be like to move away from my city, away from my state. Away from the country I was raised to believe was the greatest. Among the many lies I was told growing up, this one hurts to learn, because it means a fundamental deconstruction of everything I’ve ever learned.

I wonder how long I can keep earning paychecks insufficient for me to afford to live alone. I’m drowning in debt I was told I’d be able to pay off, after being told if I worked hard enough, I’d get scholarships. I did, but my parents made too much money and contributed nothing to my education expenses because they couldn’t afford it. I’m pursuing my passions I was told I’d never be able to make into a living, hoping I can because I’ll otherwise live a life left devoid of meaning.

I wonder if the changes needed across the world will ever occur. Why are the dystopian horrors we’ve been warned against seeming to serve as a guidebook for how some of our nations are making decisions?

I wonder if my friends, family, and loved ones will survive the coming times. I’ve worked hard to cultivate a beautiful community of support around me, and provide support to them in the ways I can. Will we be okay?

I wonder why our representatives and our supreme court are so focused on banning a social media app when they’re not stopping our food from killing us, our water from being poisoned, our medical care from being so unaffordable it’s easier to simply die. I know the answer, however, and I think you do, too.

I wonder where I’ll be at this time next week, next year… the next decade. I wonder if the planet will still be livable by the time I’m old. Or if I’ll be able to grow old in the first place.

I wonder if I’d die in a camp, or die fighting against the so-called peace officers gathering up people like me. Or, I wonder if I’ll ‘have severe pneumonia’ or ‘suffer a fatal heart attack’ because of my efforts to implement the necessary changes to protect vulnerable people.

I wonder what it would be like to have fewer questions like this.

And I wonder if, even as it does get better for me in some ways, if it will continue to get worse in others. Must life always be balanced in such a way? Must the the wonderful, the extraordinary, the good always come with the bad, the depressing, and the evil?

Most of all, I wonder if I’ll be okay. Really, truly okay.

Chris Cole

Author Chris Cole has an actual jar made for holding the tears of readers. And 12 books to try and make you cry. I mean, enjoy.

https://www.chriscolebooks.com
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