When do we change?
I mean foundationally and not just at the edges.
If I look back on my life it took something of epic proportion (i.e. a subarachnoid haemorrhage) to wake me up from my narcissistic torpor.
In other words, prior to then, I was asleep.
Asleep perhaps doesn’t capture the essence of the fact that we’re subsumed and submerged within a dominant narrative that behoves all of us to live up to our potential (whatever the hell that means) and to cleave to comfort, but too often what passes for ‘normal’ is never challenged.
Even now I wonder:
“What does this mean?”
And by this I’m inviting a question that requires me to examine all the work/life travails (and regrets…) that continue to dog my heels wherever I go.
Again, I’m wondering aloud if we have to suffer in extremis before we grasp the enormity of our situation, bear down on it and do something to change our lives?
If not, do we simply bumble along, hoping, somehow, we can make sense of our fleeting sojourn across the metaphysical mists of time?
Blessings,
Julian
Sir, I read your articles with interest and spend time reflecting upon your words. Have you questioned, I mean properly questioned, your own involvement in contributing to our climate change ? I mean the way you live, where and how you travel, who you work for, your consumption etc ? Yes it’s a hard ask but one we have to ask of ourselves. Being an employee just to make profit for a corporate is a choice we can take freely. Climate change is reality and evidenced. Are you front-line or merely an armchair ranter ?