Don't give us hope. (We deserve more!)
Will humanity grow out of its victimhood?
Hope, although comforting, in my mind is at best vapid, and at its worst, dangerous. Hope slyly ushers us into a vacuous void that discredits our own potential, where we quietly, obediently wait to be saved. We could call it "Hope's Waiting Room". Hope idolizes the super hero who will take pity on our misery and rescue us from harm.
The institutions around us (Hollywood, government, religion are examples) feed us insidious false stories of our own weakness in order to undermine us. For a long time it has been subtle in our cultures. Have you noticed? Lately it’s not so subtle. It’s right in our faces, but the slow drip smoothed the way of acceptance.
We are told in big ways and small that we do not have the intelligence, knowledge, wherewithal, energy, or the cohesiveness to overcome the problems around us. There are many tools used against us, but the biggest one is fear. We saw the fear card hugely played as the narrative of the pandemic rolled out.
Why is humanity playing victim this way? How do we break this cycle of programming in society?
Here’s the thing. We are capable of creating our own miracles! Personally I don't want my future to hang on the slippery slope of hope and empty promises, but rather I will choose to build it on a solidly grounded pragmatic recognition of what we face, rejection of what isn’t working, strength of will, a positive vision, and intention and willingness to do the required work with a like-minded community.
How about you?
Birthing How did humanity arrive at this place? Almost overnight, viral war torn, scarred, skeptical, frazzled, frightened, lonely isolation, madly missing the joy of life. Humanity's vitality slowly but surely leaking away, drained by a lurking thieving, deceitful beast, gluttonous gorger swallowing whole all who yield. But the wheel of fortune ever turns, the black jar of Pandora’s woes morphs to womb of fathomless mother goddess of a Golden Age, a new humanity. It's time to birth transformation from destruction; swimming upwards to shimmering light, gulping great drafts of rarefied air, reclaiming life and eager to live it.
© Susan L Hart 2022
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