A little optimism please

What to do when all else has failed? To stand up or to sit down. To speak out or to hold back. To show love and compassion.. is it always possible to live that way? There is so much anger in our world.. so much hurt. So much trauma that lies buried in our psyches and grows and grows until there is nothing else to do but to look at it.. to dig deeper inside… to expose the wound, to nurse ourselves back to health. Perhaps healthier than ever before.. that is the hope. Must we forever suffer from the things we could not control? So much of who we are is determined by the family we are born into – the mother – the other. And what if we do not remember the other or do not even understand the damage that has been done? So strange that we must spend our whole adult lives working to undo what has already been done in the critical years. There is so much pain in digging… the shovel is heavy… but it is what lies buried so deep inside that is the heaviest of all. To dig it out and look at it takes such strength. I have to believe there is reason for it all. I have to believe that with awareness comes growth. i have to believe that with time it can heal and that we can stop repeating the patterns. What else is there to hope for if not that? I am an optimist… I am.