“When everything is subject to money, then the scarcity of money makes everything scarce, including the basis of human life and happiness. Such is the life of the slave—one whose actions are compelled by threat to survival. Perhaps the deepest indication of our slavery is the monetization of time.”
― Charles Eisenstein, Sacred Economics: Money, Gift, and Society in the Age of Transition
I’m not a friend of hope.
It’s too apt to mortgage our future.
Instead, I prefer or rather (better put) I’m compelled to live in and through hope — one day at a time.
Of course, I’m splitting hairs but what would it mean to live in hope, namely to realise that this day is unique, offering all manner of possibility, even in the midst of this egregious and lengthy pandemic?
But we don’t — or not as often as we might. Instead, or so it seems to me, we’re seduced to believe that more time will right our ship, bring us to the shore of our desires and things will be oh-so-better.
And they might.
Then again, life isn’t anything more than now and yet we seldom inhabit its space, its light, its consciousness.
It’s not easy.
Giving up on hope or at least being free of its draw.
But one thing I know for sure is that age doesn’t change us or things nearly as much as we’d wish for despite the manifestation of hope that we’re asked to bargain with for a better future.
What am I really saying?
Simply this. The day you fall completely in love with this moment, is the day you find out what it means to be you — fully human in all its glory.