It is becoming difficult for me to talk to people. Not because I have become asocial or “close minded”, as many people choose to call it. Frankly I don’t even know what that is. Being close minded. But yes I know I can’t talk to people who believe that I am close
minded because they believe they are not. They choose to believe that I stand by whatever set of beliefs I have and that I refuse to agree with them. Which is why it is becoming difficult to talk to people — agreement.
I don’t understand at what point in our culture did we come to this place where agreement is more important than the truth. Where opinion is greater than knowledge.
I was a difficult child. I disrespected a lot of people in this world and I have grown to understand that it is not a great way to live life. I have grown to understand that happiness comes from getting rid of prejudices. Happiness comes from passion. From believing you are at the edge of your wits but finding something new to hold on to, something new to take you forward. Happiness is in discovery of a thought you had never thought before. In finding that the light at the end of the tunnel is a train coming towards you and then thinking, hopefully as you run away, “Haha! How did I not think of that before?!”
I have grown and I have learnt because I have always known that I knew little. Maybe as a child deprived of many truths otherwise easily available to others, I learnt that lesson early. So I will never stop asking why. More importantly, I will never attempt to answer it myself. At least not until I have made enough discoveries. I think that is why I love comedy. It taught me never to take anything too seriously and never to stop looking at things in different ways. Finding humor in anything is a way to question its importance, its meaning, its being. And I don’t know a more important philosophical question if there were one. Yet.
I don’t like being a part of this generation but not because of consumerism, complexities, society. I don’t like being a part of this generation because of the loss of wonder. Because today children are born with automated gadgets telling them what everything means. How is that ok? They believe that they know how it feels to be white, black, brown, yellow, because they have read about it in a page online. They believe in testimony. Now do not get me wrong, I am not attempting to discredit the idea of believing in what others tell you. It is and will always remain a prominent way of experiencing life vicariously. I don’t like the loss of empathy brought about by this disconnection from the real world. I don’t like being a part of this generation because there is no poetry.
So if you are reading this, my request to you is simply, be obscene. Do something that is against your beliefs. Do something small. Do something big. There is perhaps an intelligent being out there who has the answer to your questions. That is not one being,
that is not many beings, that may not even be you. We don’t know. Halt. We
don’t know yet.
And in this final step of discovery, do not abandon reason. Do not abandon emotion. For what you feel makes you human and what you reason makes us civil. And maybe that is a limitation of my understanding of this world. But I accept that alternative and in that acceptance lies my defence against those allegations of being “close minded”.
Well, that’s all for now. I fill my evenings with smooth jazz and contemplation. And you are welcome to join me anytime. I always keep extra glasses.