Throughout the years, we have been trained. Part of the training is to see others as trained, but not ourselves. Even though we are the others that others are trained to see as trained, we tend to miss that little nuance.
The training says we must know what’s right and speak out when we see something that runs contrary to our understanding of rightness. We don’t stop to realize that what we see as right isn’t exactly right or it would be the right version that everyone in their right mind knew as right. There are billions of versions of right but ours is the only real right one. Seems fishy, doesn’t it?
We spend our days, our lives, catching others — the wrong ones — doing and saying things in support of their versions of right and our training has us jumping on the critical bandwagon lest we be painted in support of the wrong right.
What in this crazy world moves us with such amazing force to crave rightness, to need to be seen as right? It’s primal. It’s inbred. It’s tricky to see, trickier to break free from.
It doesn’t really matter if the matter at hand matters at all. It’s just something to jump on, to feel right about, to feel alive about. It’s how we get juiced up, something we can attribute importance to and get a little splashed back onto ourselves.
And we call this living. Before you push back or shut down, or call me crazy (which of course I am), allow yourself to see if it’s just a tiny bit true.
It’s not what I call living, at least according to my version of life, (I cannot speak to its rightness or wrongness) for my version is all I can actually speak to with even the tiniest bit of honesty, regardless of how in it is to speak about most anything, or nothing, everything or something we know absolutely nothing about.
So I have to ask myself this question … what would happen if we all quit talking about others, about right and wrong, about the best and the worst, if we quit comparing ourselves and contrasting our brilliance with other’s ignorance, our ignorance with others brilliance? And if we really wanted to have a little fun … what if we quit talking about anything outside of our direct experience? Hearsay, be gone. Wild ass guesses and baseless suppositions, be damned. What would happen?
Would the world fall apart? Or just our versions of ourselves?
Maybe we’d collectively encounter deep silence … genuine smiles … child-like giggles … full-on belly laughs for the first time.
Are we simply a funny breed, or were we trained so thoroughly in one-upmanship that we cannot see it for what it is: useless, divisive, hurtful. We talk about this being an ugly world, how painful it is, how much anger and me-centeredness there is. We can change that, at the very least, for ourselves. If I change, the world changes. It can’t help itself.
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Big part of that training prior to mass communication was Organized Religion. Some good has been produced by each but mostly the have been the principal drivers of hate and division both here and around the world. There’s no perception of right from wrong it simply is either right or wrong and nothing short of a clean conscious, good heart and the abiding of the rule of law need be your guide unless those values are inherently flawed. My country’s previous war of pseudo religious individuals combatting one another during the so named “troubles” where an eye for an eye most definitely made everybody very blind!
Perhaps you Yanks can learn and lead by example by shutting the switch off before the light blinds you as well?
I AM in the space of emptiness to see the truth of what you express and the frequency you are in. Thank you.