A Thursday night’s reflection.
One could spend hours debating all the various reasons some people behave like they do. One is born from a half-psychopath with delusions of grandeur and becomes the dictator of a small state that no one really cared about, until that same guy blows a missile up in the air, so high that yeah, maybe there’s a threat.
Then you watch a show or two and for a small amount of time you’re outraged – outrage is the new thing, everyone should be outraged for at least fifteen minutes per day, or half an hour, depending on how much television you’ll watch – outraged, yes, and possibly even a little bit pissed off after you’ve watched a documentary on the subject. You become an expert and quote with confidence the two or three facts that you’ve learned, without even checking the sources – if it’s on an internet documentary it must be true or everything we hold dear is falling.
Which to be completely honest with you, it is. Look around you; there’s the guy from before ready to play who has the biggest missile with the other guy on the other side of the pond. There’s war everywhere in our backyards but we don’t know how it happened, while we still drive our SUVs and think about the next thing to be outraged about.
We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War’s a spiritual war… our Great Depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won’t. And we’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off.
But hey, I get it. I’m in my living room with my whiskey and my laptop being outraged at the outraged people. Because at a certain point we’ve to go back to basic wiring, and basic wiring tells us to survive. I’m no hero, and you reader, you probably ain’t one as well. Which is completely fine. We’re all on a huge plane that’s eventually going to crash and there’s no parachutes nor escape route, and there’s nothing really we can do to stop the plane. But we can make the ride smoother. We can fight the good fight so everyone gets free drinks, even the third class passengers – until everyone will be flying business. We can keep this plane up for a very long time, and we can make it the best plane ever.
So let’s start from today. Start with a smile to the passenger next to you. Read a bit more. Go deeper when learning things. Create something beautiful and share it with the world. Have compassion for the dictator, but no mercy for his actions. Help people get to where you are, and someone will help you get you where they are.
Work to leave a better world than the one you found.
And make this trip a hell of a ride.
Dario from Beautiful Losers.