WHAT DOES ANY OF IT MEAN???

A REALIST DISGUISED AS AN OPTIMIST IN A PESSIMIST'S WORLD
You know what sucks...? You know what hurts...?
Statistics. Statistics hurt. Statistics suck.
Hearing them is one thing.
Seeing them is another.
Reading them is yet another.
But believing them is still quite another.
How does one navigate a world in which most of the facts are misconstrued?
How does one navigate a world in which opinions have become accepted as facts?
How does one navigate a world in which facts have become accepted as opinions?
Facts are facts.
Opinions are opinions.
You can have opinions on facts.
The world is broad and bleak.
And history is repetitious.
History is constantly taught as though it is only an act of remembrance.
As though it's only a timeline.
As though it's only a memory.
But history is ever present.
It is constantly hovering. Constantly waiting for the proper moment to act.
To react.
To reenact.
To regroup.
To repeat.
History is tempestuous.
It is tumultuous.
It is real and relevant and it lingers.
How do we address our own environment, our own country that seems to be built on denial...?
The horrors and atrocities that our own country has enacted that are often times forgot.
The misdeeds and mistreatments that are never taught in schools because they're the past.
"They are history."
How do we move forward when those long buried anecdotes and facts rise up from the grave to bite us in the ass?
Must we experience similar fates in the now for the current cohabiting generations to remember, to care?
Must we wake every morning and have the cold dark facts stare us in the face to elicit sympathy, to inspire action, to effect change...?
Must we...?
Must we...?
Must we...?