He feared that life was merely a series of distractions and
not the contiguous thing that he and the rest of the people he knew were trying
to make it. This seemed particularly acute today, with the variety of ways that
a person could go about without ever paying any attention to his own life, to
his thoughts and feelings. Perhaps all these distractions were mere trifles—idle
splashing at the top of the river, or perhaps they were indicative of humanities
thoughts and feelings. It seemed, if the data was to be believed, both recently
and throughout time, that mankind really was a bit of a petty creature grasping
about for straws or gold or land or language or women.
The idea that people
should be engaged in some sort of authentic internal discourse was a bias in
and of itself. Who is to say that the Roman soldier at the outpost of Gaul did
not spend the day musing about his wife, or a woman’s white leg he’d seen
passing in the street market, or his riches. Who’s to say that he was any more
present to his life than we are now? Eastern cultures have been engaged in the
practice of living intentionally for nearly two thousand years. Perhaps the
natural expression of man was distraction. And, the deification of focus was
the real problem. It was the focused men and women who moved the chain forward,
built towns and skyscrapers, made banks and space crafts, rockets and the IMF.
Perhaps the problem wasn’t a problem at all but a sort of coping mechanism. A
default setting that allowed people to go about in the world without doing too
much harm.
It was an American President, no doubt a focused and driven man, who
perpetuated a massacre from above in Hiroshima and Nagasaki, on all those
unsuspecting people below, going on about their idle and trifling days, buying
food in the market, peddling across town, hanging clothes on wash lines,
flirting with a girl, and then, ashes to ashes and dust to dust. Of course, the
alternative could reasonably be true as well. The Buddhists were well known for
their love of peace and solitude. Perhaps all this distraction was not just one
of the baser developments or manifestations of the human spirit. It might be
reasonable to conclude that peace and solitude, presence to life, to each
moment, to the leaves crunching under your feet, the soft trill of a bird, the
motor on a passing car, your breath expanding and contracting, would be enough
to bring you into some sort of community with yourself that would allow you to
expand outward in peace.
The thing to conclude, he thought, as he walked down a
winding street filled with blinding sun light, was that distraction had always
been a part of human nature, and the real question was what a person would do
with it.
change comes from those who question or protest and don't accept status quo...the 1% oligarchy in the
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