I’ve got a problem with exclusion. It’s like a bunch of kids who ostracize somebody just because their parents don’t like that “type of people”. See how well and how early you can teach your kids what is tantamount to a lifetime of prejudice? It’s easy.
We’re all different, one from the other,
but our similarities are huge and so much more important than the differences between
us.
One of the things I’ve worked on for
many years is the idea of acceptance of others. With so many people and
factions behaving badly, it’s a tough one sometimes. I’ve actually, from an
early age, sought to see the other guy’s view to the point where I would get
people angry at me for even thinking such a thing. Lots of people. But I have
continued to try to do that.
Yes, it’s been hard at times, but I will
circle back and try not to be judgmental.
I have a problem with people hurting
each other in either a physical or psychological way. That too is easy. It’s not
too far a leap between bickering about a point and tossing an axe. How do I
know? It’s all around us.
This is not new, either. Look at every
war or tribal disagreement that has happened through the ages. Same shit,
different day. Why do we do that to each other? Was this something that we
forgot about? Did we ever have it? Why try now? Again.
Okay, so let me approach this from a
different angle. Like, I try to find our similarities?
We all breathe. We all eat. We all
procreate. Mostly, we go to school or get an education some way or another.
Learning the trade of your father and mother is just as much education as going
to school. Yes, it’s different, but you still learn something. I know we can do
that.
Eventually, everybody gets a job of some
sort. Lawyer, farmer, tribesman, weaver, cook, artist, shaman, priest. You can plan for the job or stumble into one.
Everybody dreams. If you don’t remember
your dreams and think you can’t dream, you actually do. Think about remembering
them for a week or so. Keep a small notepad beside your bed with a pen or
pencil. Think to yourself that you will wake up at the end of a dream and write
one or two words on the pad of paper. Then, go back to sleep. In the morning,
once you’ve gotten up, that’s when you look at that one word you wrote, and you
can remember your dream. You might be surprised. I put that here because my own
mother told me she never dreamed. I felt so sorry for her.
As teenagers, our slogan was never to trust
anyone over the age of 30. It didn’t matter who it was; just don’t trust them.
Well, yes, they were different from us. I’m a baby-boomer, and we were
upsetting a world order. The generation before me had experienced World War II.
Before that, there was a world economic depression and another World War.
The folks over 30 had major objections
to our slogan of not trusting them, but we kept pushing. Like the suffragettes
did in the 1840s. We owe a lot to them. But we are still pushing, even into
this newest generation. We push. We demand explanations, ones that make sense.
We demand justice, and we demand equal treatment, in jobs, in our lives, and in
how we think of God.
We don’t always see it. A lot of people
over the last decade have lost their jobs and their reputations because of
continuing thrusts toward autocracy and just plain bad leadership.
I voted. My vote counts.
Okay, okay, this is leaning out of
spiritual experience, but you really can’t separate that from the world we live
in. Just keep trying. For the writers out there, keep writing. Please.
And thanks for reading. This is my
author’s website. You can find links to other places on the internet where I
write below.
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Evanosky
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