Remember as a kid in grammar school the teacher
having to tell you calm down?
You were marked you know? As an enthusiastic player
in the game of life.
I had been 'let out' early from a class so had some
time to wait until my next one. I found a bench in the shade of an
ancient Oak and people watched. Stretched out before me was the ebb and
flow of our future policy makers and problem solvers. On their faces was not
the joy of learning, but vacancy; or perhaps it was the dread of
performing masquerading as concern. Whatever the real angst of it was, that
happened to be my interpreted simple formula of the scene before me.
In recall, I think it was just what absence of enthusiasm looked like. I'd not
go so far as predict 'worry' or even 'fret' for that matter. Nor would I
venture to say how much of that was entangled with concern over performance in
their studies or standing in their peer group. No, before me was the
masses in their routine; and in that, non-thinking beyond the immediate task of
getting to their next assigned place. I know that feeling well. It had
been encouraged covertly by my society long before I could even object to those
oppressive chains. Those representatives, the guardians to policy and protocol
are slaves to the same exacting demands. All of us caught up in the
drone-like routines that fabricate our conceptual lives. Even if assigned rolls might be gatekeeper,
they could not liberate themselves from the dance any more than the prisoners
by virtue of assignment. I was startled by that awhile back when I
recognized the telltale signs of enslavement. My instructors were
fellow slaves to the same grind as the students; but then there you have
it. The guards are as much the prisoner as the inmates; one needing the other
to make that situation real.
Back to calming down.
If you
happen to be emotional about changes in your life, you still have the
fire. Misdirected, to be sure, after all you're only the product of
centuries of design to manipulate you into thinking you have freedom of choice.
The choices have already been made and it’s merely a selection of a number that
contain all who are subject to a situation. Conditioning is not abrupt, but
applied like lacquer one thin layer over time; it's also not permanent, the
manipulators know this as well; research proves it. Anything you've
been taught to fear, will extinguish when left alone, in time. And I tell
you true; keep that fire burning. For time washes away all moments like
tears in the rain...and what is left is that enthusiasm to be present, and
maybe, just maybe, the next play they'll give you the ball, and it'll be an
open field.
This message has been sent to you, my cherished
fellow sojourner, because seeing you near me encourages my decision to remain
defiant against those who'd mortgage my spirit to quench their personal fear of
adequacy. As
"No
ma'am, with all due respect, I will NOT calm down",
I'm jazzed
to be in the presence of life...so...send me out of your sight, the dim view
that you may hold, and you can stay in those terror ridden shadows...as
for me....
I'm looking for a sunny beachfront view that blows sea air into
my hair...so I can breathe in sweet liberty by heaping lungful.
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