A good skill I learned surviving is called: “Do the worst, hardest, most difficult things first.” Then, my whole day gets better after that.

Applied on a broader scale, do the arduous things Monday: then, the whole week seems easier. In a year, do the least inspiring things during January; then, the following expanse of time is free of annoying tasks.

So, right now, the hardest thing I can think that needs to be done is to say the things that need to be said, that people may or may not want to hear. Then, (according to my working theory), things will get better after that.

I heard a preacher once say, (and I take what preachers say with a grain of salt) that the thing you desire most, the problem that you most like to see solved in the world is likely your mission in life.

A person can’t live without a meaningful occupation, I’ve learned so far in my Copper Chronicle search. And, what better way to solve the pandemic of powerlessness people are experiencing?

Every little bit you work to solve that extraordinary problem, lessens the despair of it. Right?

Every step in the direction of being an improved version of ourselves reduces the anxiety, despair, and mania. (Mania meaning living frivolously to forget the underlying problem of powerlessness.)

In order to climb our mountains, or emerge out of despair we must be willing to take a single step, (and it can be a hard one). Then, another. One more. Then, keep going after that. Like children, actually. Baby steps is a good start!

Once we crack that occified version of our selves (who we have become that is not coping, not thriving, or barely surviving), those who will help us will emerge. Those who will not help us will become clearer, too.

What our culture has become, is not who we are. At least, it’s not going to define who I am.

Those who will own the responsibility of building a better world, will inevitably have to recognize what went wrong the first time. Authenticity is required.

Once we do that hard thing first, the next era gets better.