I am tired. Tired of all the struggles. Tired of the ongoing injustices, the continually expanding crop of manufactured crises and suffering, the harsh and divisive language that tweets from the top and reverberates through our beleaguered lives.
Tomorrow marks the one month anniversary of the launch of the ongoing attempted coup in Venezuela. There will be actions around the US to oppose this coup and the US’s hand in it, but media will likely ignore those in favor of Richard Branson’s pro-coup concert and photos of the “aid” the US is sending.
Then there’s Haiti, part of the rippling damage of the Venezuela situation and the malignant sanctions and interference of the US.
Tilt your head a little and look in the direction of Yemen, if you can bear it. And yet, the US government cannot quite bring itself to divorce from the suffering it helps deliver there.
Or, perhaps, turn your gaze close to home, and notice children separated from their parents — a reality that continues.
Maybe the thing you notice is the water you can’t quite trust, or the food laced with pesticides or hormones or antibiotics.
Or how about the national emergency of a national emergency – basically, another kind of attempted coup.
It’s hard to focus, isn’t it? So many crises and more all the time.
There are so many crises for which our tax dollars and lives get put on the line – and for what good reason? As far as I can tell, to line somebody’s pockets. That’s really about it. Don’t waste your breath with the word “humanitarian,” it’s not actually part of this equation.
But it all just carries on, as the average citizen is forced to deal with their own personal reality of securing their small share of the piece of the pie they’ve been allowed to access.
We continue our various sleepwalking grinds. We dutifully pay our taxes. We subject ourselves to more and more personal intrusion and regulation. We silently allow ourselves to be pawns, to pick sides, to be less than ourselves.
I was startled lately to meet a gentle person. Everything about them was gentle – gentle language, gentle gestures, gentle thought, gentleness in the direct, caring gaze. It stood out immediately and alarmingly, because it made me realize how accustomed I am to the flat, harsh behavior our society and its members have adopted – the somnambulist demeanor.
What if we could all awaken from our sleepwalking, notice what’s really going on, and become our real, gentle selves? I believe that’s really who we are — buried underneath the heavy capitalist labels we carry. Those genuine, compassionate selves – the creative, caring, nurturing ones – are struggling for air.
Rather than tolerate the many and terrible injustices, could we not awaken and assert our real, gentle selves? Could we not shirk off the various definitions we have been assigned, and determine to simply be our real, gentle selves?
It would transform our world. It would be radical. It would save us.
8 thoughts on “somnambulism and awakening to our real, gentle selves”
Start with quoting the outside noise and listen to within – appreciation and authenticity will follow 🌟🦋💫
It would be so great if we could all kind of be on that same page together – hopeful. 🙂
It isn’t that easy (for miseducated/heavily conditioned minds).
Agreed. Not easy. Still, hopeful. 🙂
I really hope for a better world for our future generations. Sometimes, things going on around us really scares me. Wat a powerful and thoughtful read. Keep Glittering, from TGA by Misha 👍😊😊
Yes, hope and intention – we can’t let the fear get the better of us. Thank you for visiting and commenting. 🙂
Yes, life is a struggle, Nancy. That goes for everyone. While nice to transform the world, surely one can start with oneself and transform one person at a time. And who knows, it may make the world a better place. Thanks for sharing.
That is the way. One self at a time. 🙂