Throughout my 80s childhood, I thought a lot about what the future was going to be like. The future had so much potential; I was genuinely excited to see what was waiting around the corner. I was thinking unity, utopia, Jetsons. Now here we are. I am not sure what THIS is, but it feels like a giant cosmic joke. My southern grandmother would say, “Ya’ll need Jesus.”
Whatever. I get it. Many people don’t believe in Jesus, and that is OK. I firmly believe you should do you. But, no matter what one’s beliefs are, or aren’t, I think we can all agree on one thing. Currently, we are all milling around in the same realm of consciousness. Today, right now, you possess the flame of existence. As with most things, there exists a duality to flames. Flames can provide warmth and guidance, but also possess the capacity to consume and destroy. There is a whole lot of consumption, and a ridiculous amount of destruction going on, my friends. What is worse is the apathy we have developed for destructive behaviors. Some of us are uncomfortable with our existence. Flames can dwindle and storms can rage. Some have started to believe that any storm they have had to endure somehow makes their flame more important, superior even. Then, there are those who are proudly trying to snuff out any flame that doesn’t burn with the same intensity, or seems…different.
My point is, I am tired of this nonsense. Be warm. Be a comfort. If someone is raging, you don’t have to match their energy. Be a guiding light. You don’t have to be a fucking flame thrower. You’ll end up with nothing but ash.
General Musings of a Gen Xer 