Perhaps in these dystopian times, it’s the only way to survive.
But we pay a heavy price — emotionally, psychologically and (even) physically.
Imagine, though, going back to the beginning and being able to question everything:
“Be a good boy.”
“Watch your ‘Ps’ and ‘Qs'”
“Stop doing that!”
“When I was your age…”
All so very ordered; all so very predictable.
Of course, some will read the foregoing as me blithely tipping my hat to a world of anarchy. It could be. But, actually, all I’ve ever wanted is a world of kindness and acceptance, particularly the version that doesn’t crush our soul to the point where we’re no more than automatons.
Words are cheap; don’t I know it. It’s easy to poke holes at the extant narrative but just imagine if we did question it, rather than trying so desperately hard to fit in. Speaking personally, when you don’t believe what you’re saying but you still try your best to do as you’re told, you end up paying a very heavy price.
A better question wouldn’t go amiss but it might be an idea to stand back from the fray and ask yourself if this is what you want. What you really want.
You might say:
“It sort of works”.
Does it really? In what respect? It provides a measure of comfort and security, yes, but at what cost? I’d say a death-dealing cost — if not yours then collectively we’re continuing to roll the dice with our kids’ future by inter alia burning fossil fuels, using plastic and killing off the wildlife without so much as a by your leave.
I know, it’s all so very depressing but the next time you’re invited to another meeting or you start or are part of a conversation check yourself to see if what’s being discussed is simply a replay of what you’ve heard before or different in a meaningful and substantive way. I can guess the answer based on nothing more than what I’m exposed to and what I read online. But what if you put your hand up and said:
“Does anyone believe any of this?”
Perhaps that’s too radical but at the very least perhaps you might say that what we all need right now is to look into our hearts and consider if, collectively, we’re the problem with what ails the world and not the solution. I know that’s hackneyed but I can’t think of a better question save the one that I’ve held in my breast pocket these past few years; namely:
Who am I?
And to be clear, I’m still in the thick of trying to come up with an answer where I can look myself in the mirror and know I’m not telling another lie.