Tumultuous times we’re living in, huh?
Life crazy as hell and the future looking blurry as shit.
I just can’t call it.
Everything’s gon topsy turvy.. like it’s opposite day all a sudden and I didn’t get the gah damn memo.
All-a-sudden everything is up for debate. And though that’s dandy— ‘cause fuck much of everything we’ve ever been taught—throwing away everything is still pretty fuggin’ dangerous.
What happens to a building when you remove the struts from its foundation?
We’re fragile creatures. Us Humans.
Especially if we’re talking about mental and spiritual toughness.
Your average, neeh?
We can barely handle being cut off in traffic..
Barely handle waiting in line..
Lose our shit if we stub a toe..
Have a gah damn panic attack if our phone rings.
And without that toughness—that ability to discern when to trip and not to trip— our entire understanding of what’s what breaks down, causing us to splinter.
And the more we splinter, the more antagonistic, childlike, and petty we become.
There’s definitely something-a-brewing. We all sense it.
We’re facing a mountain of problems we couldn’t dream of scaling without guidance: socially, economically, environmentally, all the ‘ally’s. And the only guide we have left to rely on—intuition—is largely cast aside as nothing more than fear, cynicism, superstition, and illogical thinking.
Animals are able to sense danger—earthquakes, floods, tsunamis, hurricanes etc. Perhaps they intuit this danger.. perhaps it has more to do with genetic memory or being hyper-attuned to their environment.. Whichever the case, we often forget we, too, are animals.
We, too, are hardwired to sense danger.
The dis-ease many of us wear on our shoulders is no coincidence. We’re sensing something. And as easy and comfortable as it is to act as if everything’s groovy—there’s no shaking the feeling in the pit of our stomachs—the tightness in our heart that only constricts further when facing the triviality of our everyday juxtaposed against the insanity of it.
We feel called to action.
We crave something more.
Something fuller—something real.
Life’s been reduced to gimmick – spectacle - caricature..
and it’s dizzying af.
But, naturally, because we’re trained to do so, ship sinking or nah, we continue to play our violins.
We play them with more fervor and focus than ever before. We become the music. And we’re free, even if only for a moment.
Free from fuckery. Free from fact.
But the fact is, and always will be, there’s no plugging the holes in this ship. We long missed our chance. And there’s hardly enough lifeboats to go around.
Over the years, I’ve gone in and out of denial. Had to. To dwell in the latter is to stare death in the face, and I’m too proud for that. Even now, I swim, through frigid water, past floating body after floating body, towards land that may or may not be there. I keep my head high and my stroke strong. But, I’m growing weary. I want to rest.
My arms, my legs.
My mind, my heart.
But I’ll drown if I do so.
We’ll all drown if we stop believing we’re moving towards solid ground.
However, I know with absolute certainty, that the direction I’m swimming—the direction we’re all swimming—isn’t the way. I believe we all know.
And pride, foolish and untimely pride, stops us from changing our course.
Or perhaps . . .
Perhaps we’ve stopped relying on the stars to guide us..
Stopped relying on the current.
Stopped relying on intuition, which, again, is all we have left.
I don’t believe our collective addiction to social media and our push towards increased connectivity, or the looseness and authenticity in which we communicate is rooted in our want to tell one another we’re suck ass humans;
nor do I think it’s rooted in ego or our need to be validated.
We absolutely long for one another.
We’re not addicted to our phones; we’re addicted to connection.
We have the single most liberating instrument to ever be invented—a device that allows us to connect in an instant, organize in an a heartbeat, and home to the entire canon of Life on this planet—in the palm of our hands 75% of our waking life, yet we’ve allowed it to enslave us.
Reduced it to soapbox, laugh factory, gossip mill, trauma porn, spam, static— senseless and absolute garbage; the single most liberating instrument ever to be invented.
We need to shift. We need to grow. We need to evolve and transcend everything we’ve ever been and thought capable.
Within one lifetime.
But that requires each of us taking a good long look in the mirror.
We have to be honest with ourselves and come to terms with the root of our motivations and our triggers i.e. why we want the things we want. Crave the things we do. Have the opinions we hold. And embrace, steadfast, the hang-ups that immobilize us.
As connected as we are, we’ve never been more detached, divided, and lonely.
Genuine friendships few and far between. Families disjointed. We divert eyes and cross streets—Trust, a foreign concept. There’s little ease to our interactions. And presence is rarely practiced.
I’m not completely convinced the continuous and intentional degradation of our culture is irreversible.
I believe in people.
And our ability to change.
When we face adversity, we rise to the occasion, because to crumble—to succumb to weakness, is to lose the game. And if history has shown us anything, it’s losing has never been an option.
It’s time to face shadow—the part of our psyche that seems to always work in opposition. Telling us we’re not capable.. that we’re undeserving.. useless.. a waste of space..
The voice that tells us someone is out to get us and points fingers, blaming the world for our plight.. driving separation.
The voice of pity.
The voice of trauma.
The voice of victim.
The voice of weakness.
This is not our voice.
We are strong. We are buoyant. That is our nature.
If we fail to address shadow and reprogram our thought processes and ways of being, we will fail the test of our generation.
We will drown.
The Sea of Life Part II: Riding the Wave