Playing with fire

When I was a small kid — say 5 or possibly 6 — I was obsessed with fire! Old Swan Vestas were a favourite of mine because you didn’t need anything more than a stone or a rough surface to bring the fire, heat and excitement to life.

Sadly, my parents didn’t approve. In fact, I recall the day I was taken, no doubt bawling my eyes out, to the local nick and being shouted at for my pyrotechnic ways. I don’t recall now if that was the end of my love affair with fire but, even to this day, I love the sight of a roaring fire or better still a November 5th affair — all cackle, heat and potential (at least for a while).

I wonder though if our love affair with industrialisation is another version of playing with fire? I think so. In fact, what we’re playing with is the very survival of the human race — and that’s a big deal. In fact, I can’t think of anything more monumental.

With that backdrop (and even allowing for this nasty little virus), you’d have thought by now we’d have mended our consumptive ways, or, at the very least, opened a channel to our heart to lead from a very different place than our greed-is-good, hedonistic ways. We haven’t, or certainly not enough. Not nearly enough.

But of course, I can’t possibly know your predilection to paradigmatic change any more than you can mine.

I do wonder though why the narrative across government, commerce, work and especially around the dinner table isn’t replete with my version of “we’re all playing with fire”?

Far from me to postulate an answer but I can wonder out loud, which is my way.

Perhaps it is that:

  1. we’re just not very serious people;
  2. we’re not able to see that far into the future — even next year seems a long way off; or
  3. we don’t believe it’s that bad.

For my part, not that I’ve got a crystal ball, something tells me (…that damn inner monologue) that the rest of my days won’t be spent sitting on the fence. Like I said in yesterday’s post, I’ve not branded myself a mischief-maker for nothing. Don’t laugh, please. I’m serious. And I’m serious because, even if I don’t spend my time on the front line of another demonstration, that doesn’t mean I’m going to go quietly, particularly around the corporate entity and all he (yes, I think of the company vehicle as masculine, not feminine) stands for — which ain’t much beyond a wrecking ball of an agenda.

Yep, I like that idea.

Being subversive on the company front…!

Come to think of it, I might have found a better use for my inclination — or passion! — for playing with fire.

Take care.

Blessings, Julian