Somewhere along the line, we took Mr. Rogers' nugget of childhood comfort and twisted it into a coping mechanism for fully-grown adults. We've infantilized ourselves, clinging to the idea that as long as we can spot the do-gooders, everything will be okay. We've turned "looking for the helpers" into a spectator sport.

Reality check: we're not the wide-eyed kids Mr. Rogers was talking to anymore.

We're the adults in the room now.

Somewhere along the line, we took Mr. Rogers' nugget of childhood comfort and twisted it into a coping mechanism for fully-grown adults. We've infantilized ourselves, clinging to the idea that as long as we can spot the do-gooders, everything will be okay. We've turned "looking for the helpers" into a spectator sport.

Reality check: we're not the wide-eyed kids Mr. Rogers was talking to anymore.

We're the adults in the room now.

https://joanwestenberg.com/fuck-looking-for-the-helpers-be-one

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Interesting take, over the past decades, I inadvertently made the transition without fully realizing it until more recent times.