Flickering, I have struggled with this all my life. If I can think of any metaphor that describes it best it is being in the sea. I don't know if you are an ocean person or not but I have spent most of my life in direct contact with this great being. Learning to ride waves, give in to being pummeled, have faith that I will float etc. are all relevant to how I process my extreme despair in the face of the suffering my species causes and also endures. There are metaphors within metaphors when it comes to the sea.
In a way, the ability to deal with a realistic view of our species as a whole (truly an out-of-control virus destroying the planet) while maintaining a loving, open heart for each and every individual that makes up this collective force is what life is all about to me. It does this world no good to live in abject misery, overwhelmed by the cruelty, arrogance, hatred and greed that surely define the cultures we both inherit and help to create (both wittingly and unwittingly). In my late son's
obituary I wrote about his struggle with this despair. Like Socko, I believe it is a sign of true intelligence (emotional as well as intellectual) to even have this struggle. But be wary of becoming stuck in the despair. It is one of the most painful sources of guilt that I now struggle with that I was unable to adequately instill an antidote to such overwhelming pessimism in my young son's vulnerability. Rationally I know that it was only maturity that gave this to me in my own despair as a young woman but as a mother I cannot help but feel responsible.
Learning to live with life in all its fullness, holding multiple facets of truth that often conflict and seemingly even negate each other, is so difficult. But this is how I have learned to do it and maybe this might help you: I believe that what we do in our brief incarnations as human beings matters not at all and matters greatly. As T.S Elliot said, "Teach us to care and teach us not to care." If you can embrace this and learn to ride waves of despair, learn how not to become exhausted swimming against an undertow but swimming alongside it, relax your body into being thrashed and rolled by powers greater than your strength, knowing there is still air to be had, you can survive. Survival itself becomes your teacher. How did you survive? Some of it is mere biological directive. But there was also hope and faith. Where do we find hope and faith in the face of so much evidence against them? I think we find them by individual connection. What is good in us swims out to look for what is good in another.
Those connections are powerful, make no mistake about it. We may well destroy the earth and ourselves. But life is there outside of us. It is what produced us and what we will eventually shed these bodies to re-enter as ? (energy? souls? something for which we have as yet no language?) I choose to believe that creating peace in our own hearts and minds is our most important act as human beings. It is what we can offer. It is all we can offer. We cannot single-handedly stop most of the things that cause us so much despair. We can choose not to feed it with our own sense of impotence and fear though.
Start small. Appreciate small beauties every day. Sometimes this can crack the whole universe open for you (without psychedelics!

). Beauty is everywhere as surely as hideousness is everywhere. Feed yourself beauty without blinding yourself to the ugliness. it's an art. Like body-surfing in strong surf, it is a dance where you learn just what you are in control of and what you are not. You will die, like we all will die, and the world will let go of you without a blink. So, it will be brief. What should you do with this brief existence? I hate to see young people suffer so greatly but at the same time I am proud of you for not closing your eyes. I hope that you can find a place of balance, "the angle of repose", as Wallace Stegner called it. Find the truth tellers that resonate with you. For me they are poets, some comedians and artists, animals, trees and rivers. For others they are spiritual thinkers or philosophers. (George Carlin saw a bigger picture and he showed it to us in a way that allowed us to laugh. But he was an incredible family man that held the bonds he felt with other individual human beings in the midst of this mess to be sacred.)
Be well. Ride your cynicism to the pinnacle of what it has to offer but let your compassion take you down the backside of that wave. Rest in the trough and get ready for the next ascent.
