My morning is met by the usual routine of getting my daughters out the door to school and plotting which home project needs the most attention. I feel completely unmotivated and really have become so disconnected from the illusion of the “American Dream” that I desperately seek a way to entertain the silence of the empty house after nine am. I only turn on the TV briefly and it’s more political analysis of who said what and did what in the world yesterday. I cannot find the remote fast enough ….. . *click*
Something is no longer completely satisfying in acquiring things and subscribing to conclusions to this existence. The formulas no longer satisfy a thirst I once found through philosophy, religion or political leanings . I have lost something but at the same time gained something mysteriously essential again buried deep in a mind that longs to be protected at all costs.
I find myself now instead of suppressing uncertainty letting it run wild but you know what else I noticed about living out loud in this “ either/or ” society ? An immediate resistance .We don’t like questions very much…. in fact at all. We have pledged to wanting answers and certainty above all else. The terrifying conclusion to all this for the person I thought I was is ” there’s no arrivals here.” I keep evolving in front of my peers and I get stage fright but the universe seems indifferent to my pleas for relief. It had been there all along coming out in brief moments of curiosity. Looking back now I see the reoccurring theme. When are you going to own your shit Jeff ? When are you going to stop pretending your not terrified, lonely and well…. lost ?
Every group or belief system or political ideology and institution I ever tried to be part of eventually showed me the door because I had too many questions. Yeah , yeah perhaps I could have not been such an arrogant ass in my attitude about it but hey losing your beliefs is pretty scary. I mean after all ….who will you be after that ? I sometimes admire and respect those who can look around at their own tribe and try and ” own their shit” but it’s very rare these days because lets be honest….. bias is just damn good marketing.
Half the time I don’t know how I really feel about many things but I try and think very deeply and timely on them. I’m not going to fake it just to fit in and get along. I’ve done that to my dismay. I don’t want my kids to waste years living in fear of seeking who they really are because of what someone else thinks. It’s hell and not worth it. I want them to be brave. Even brave enough to get it wrong because the alternative is just too exhausting.
I suspect we were meant to be pioneers in this life. Curious. With that also comes the terror of uncertainty, looking foolish at times, awkward transitions, loneliness and getting lost. Kind of like the first time I asked out that girl I had a big crush on when I was in high school. My cool was purely fabricated and she defiantly saw through it anyway.
Sometimes I think about explorers and my ancestry who just set out on vast open oceans and lands with no GPS or guarantees of safety to build a new life. Can you imagine just packing up your family into a wagon or ship and heading out thousands of miles to a strange unfamiliar territory ? I can’t because I’m too ridiculously conditioned for comfort.
Everyday I’m reminded through social media of the horrors of society out there but that’s not even the worst part of social media. The worst part is the addiction I see to certainty. It’s worshipped like a ten thousand foot idol of titanium. People post ramblings and end with ” wake up” as if their the only one who has the REAL truth. Each side of political spectrum takes the worst behavior of the other and claims….”SEE ! This is who they really are!”
I guess it’s what we do as humans who are desperately seeking to belong to something bigger than ourselves but it doesn’t scratch the surface of individual evolution. It can’t because it appeals to never changing. Being certain. Protecting who I think I am. Pure ego. Being right. I believe there’s salvation though in asking ” but what if I’m wrong?” When I first became increasingly aware of it there was a deep uneasy feeling. No one wants to feel that . It’s uncertain wandering creates a feeling of being lost. Humility is brutal. Painfully electric but also incredibly aware. It’s isolating and demands silence but it also if I let it creates kindness and empathy. Something humanity is in desperate need of.
“First remove the plank from your own eye before removing the speck from your brothers eye.”
I hear the best son a father could have said those words two thousand years ago. He said a lot of things people didn’t like to hear and eventually the story goes he got killed by those who thought they had it all figured out. It’s one of his more unpopular sayings. I can see why.
Ouch !
My grandfather years ago when I was kid said ” you got two ears and one mouth because you should listen twice as much as speak . “
When I listen to those who share their experience beyond mine . I feel lost . Good ! Listen ! And change your perspective.