Bearing Witness
I came across Rabi’s blog post about the dawning of a new geological age, and one of the comments really struck me:
It increasingly feels like this generation is bearing witness. I don’t exactly know to what, but we are. Anyone else feel the same way?
We are absolutely bearing witness to the greatest change humanity has ever faced, and anyone who tells you otherwise is either ignorant or lying, or both. When I heard that phrase, “bearing witness”, I realized that is what I want to do with my writing. I want to be a witness, to capture and share my experience, my dreams and fears and foibles, so that someone else can learn from them, or at least feel a little less alone in this world. I don’t really want to entertain or enlighten as much as I want to confess and bear witness.
