Bernie’s campaign was always about more than Bernie, but it continues to be extremely strange to have gone from a near certainty that we’d be the nominee and possibly govern for a decade, to it all being over.

I don’t know if anyone else has experienced this, but now that the intense urgency of the campaign is gone, it’s made me question how one balances the need to struggle constantly with the knowledge that even if we “win” that struggle will never end.

How much of my life is supposed to be spent fighting to change the world, and how much is supposed to be spent appreciating it for exactly the flawed mess it is in the short and precious time we’re given? Can you do both at the same time?

Sometimes I think you can, but sometimes it feels like we’re mortgaging our lives for a time we’ll never see, and that scares me. What if i get hit by a bus next week? Will I have wished I’d spent these years doing something other than living in a slack?

These feel like indulgent, luxury problems to have when so many people are in so much immediate, urgent pain. I know they are. So I suppose I’m grateful to have them. But if anyone has answers, would be curious to hear them.