I don’t know what’s worse: The reaction of isolation, The reaction of neutralization, Or the repulsive views of the opposition. The choice to distance myself leaves me wondering what I’ve left behind—questioning whether I can truly coexist, or if coexistence even exists at all. As I walked through the crowded county fair last night, I felt no sadness, no division, no mourning—only community. There were a few booths, as always, leaning left or right. But what struck me was the large crowd gathered around one in particular—most of them young, open-minded, listening carefully to the voices handing out ideas and information. No anger. No tears. No protests. No signs. Just listening. It reminded me that, in all practical purposes, my influence on that age group has passed. But there is always someone ready to pick up the torch and move forward. Perhaps these new young voices will bridge the divisions that weigh so heavily on us. Perhaps they will carry the hope for humanity that I’ve always held onto. Perhaps they will unite the vast array of cultural differences and change the course of our future. I am optimistic they will see fruit from their efforts. I am less certain about my own generation. My hope is that my generation will stop rolling its eyes after a difference of opinion—recognizing, eye to eye, that we are probably both right, and at the same time powerless to shape what comes next. No… it is our time to sit back and watch the world change, for better or worse. To witness the results of our decisions—and our mistakes.