Hold On To Your Hat
Hold On To Your Hat
Have you recently looked at mankind and thought: Man, there is no hope in hell that we can turn this mess around? You need pretty much one glance at the national news headlines to sink away into a pool of despair and apathy. If we looked around us and we gave ourselves over to other’s lesser moral conduct – life might appear to be easier or perhaps for a short moment even better! But if it comes at the cost of your soul – I’m not sure it’s a price I can bear.
In 1973, a man felt the same when he observed the then society. He wrote a perplexed letter to E.B. White to vocalise his dismay in what he has seen and experienced in people. Rather masterfully – E.B. White proceeds to answer him with the following letter – whereby in my book – he earns the Nobel Peace Prize for redirection of the year!
Dear Mr. Nadeau:
As long as there is one upright man, as long as there is one compassionate woman, the contagion may spread and the scene is not desolate. Hope is the thing that is left to us, in a bad time. I shall get up Sunday morning and wind the clock, as a contribution to order and steadfastness.
Sailors have an expression about the weather: they say, the weather is a great bluffer. I guess the same is true of our human society — things can look dark, then a break shows in the clouds, and all is changed, sometimes rather suddenly. It is quite obvious that the human race has made a queer mess of life on this planet. But as a people we probably harbor seeds of goodness that have lain for a long time waiting to sprout when the conditions are right. Man’s curiosity, his relentlessness, his inventiveness, his ingenuity have led him into deep trouble. We can only hope that these same traits will enable him to claw his way out.
Hang on to your hat. Hang on to your hope. And wind the clock, for tomorrow is another day.
E. B. White
These are the kind of people we should be hailing as the heroes in society because once we loose hope, we loose everything!