We are standing in the middle of the street, gathered together to march for women’s rights, for human rights, and compassion. The street light changes from green to yellow to red, oblivious to the fact that there is no traffic to control, oblivious to what is happening all around it.
We have been stopped, but not by the red light. We have been stopped by the status quo, by the powerful, the rich, the ones who outvoted us, by life. We have each made our little contribution in the microcosm of our world, feeling powerless to do any more.
Whenever I hear that expression, 'no pain, no gain,' it's like fingernails on the chalkboard. Or, for those of you who grew up after slate chalkboards were obsolete, it would be like Carrie Underwood singing Led Zeppelin: it's just wrong. For me, there is something essentially wrong with the concept that pain is a prerequisite for good.
I woke up from a dream that I was in school, a college classroom. The professor was about to start announcing who had passed the test. Before he started talking, I knew I had not passed. He started with the people who had passed outright. Then he went on to the ones he had given the benefit of the doubt, and so had given passing grades. For me, there was nothing said, and no allowances made. I had not passed.