Man, I can't even call a truce with myself.
I am a straight married white male Christian veteran with income in the top 2%. I'm personally going to be just fine during a second Trump administration. But there are SOOOOO many people who I know and love and count as true friends who are truly afraid of what is next. There are millions of people who I don't know, but do care about who are truly afraid of what is coming down the pike. The complacent and comfortable me is at war with the me that cares about other people.
As a Christian, it appalls me to see so many fellow "Christians" turning a blind eye to the marginalized and the "least of these." The part of me that wants to love and show grace to them is at war with the part of me that is just plain angry at what they do.
My Dad is a county judge in Texas who takes his daily job and duties very seriously, but he also posts videos of the county-sanctioned Trump Truck parades flying "Fuck Kamala" flags. I'm proud of the work he does, but I am deeply ashamed of the messaging he buys into and repeats. My Mom is the Republican Party precinct chair. She actively works at a grass roots level to get more Republicans elected. I love her, but damn if I am not constantly conflicted any time I interact with her. The part of me that loves my family is at war with the part of me who can't stand the way that their lives have been taken over by politics.
I'm not ready to call a truce and give up the struggle, though. Not even for a minute.