We Need To Talk
We need to talk.
We need to talk about how we were. We need to talk about how we are. We need to talk about where we’re going. Speaking of which, are we going anywhere? Do you see a trend developing that’s indicative of a direction or theme? Getting good vibes out of it? Do you feel like running down that path to chase it?
What is it that moves you forward? What propels your being? What’s your fuel? What’s your motivation? More importantly, does all of this funnel back into a purpose?
Eons ago, we had simple purposes in life: survive, forage for food, procreate, pass on your genes to the next generation, ensure their survival, pass on knowledge and wither away into oblivion. In fact, it’s arguably the same purpose life-cycle which most other beings undergo even today; sans humans of course. Purposes back then were as intangible and abstract as any Picasso painting.
Fast forward to today and our purpose in life seems to have morphed into something intangible. It’s no longer about ensuring the survival of the species. We no longer forage for food; our supermarket aisles are stock to the point of throwing away things that expire. We no longer run from predators; we’ve become the planet’s apex predator, subduing all other beings to our will. We no longer “fear” for the survival of the species; we are the thing to fear.
Give Beethoven’s “Archduke Trio” a listen. It may reinvigorate your sense of purpose. Or not. Still something lovely to listen to.
When primal purposes were no longer valid, we invented newer ones more suited to our “evolved” way of life. Our modern day purposes shifted to encompass how much money was in our bank account, our credit rating, the neighbourhood we lived in, the car we drove, the clothes we wore, the places we went out (and were seen in), and the hobbies we adopted (and publicly advertised). The list goes on. We’ve been given tangible objects to chase after, tangible objects based on intangible ideas.
Contrary to the primal purposes synonymous with mankind’s early beginnings, which could be deemed “simple” in essence yet vital in their end goal, new age“purposes” seem to only exist in order to fill a void of its own creation. What life is it we lead when all we do is chase after abstract concepts of our own creation? Worse yet, the collective creation of humanity bowing down to the crest of capitalism, willing us to become a consumer society that must partake, contribute and most importantly; consume.
Arguably the worst offenders are those who dictate that your life purpose ought to be the search for happiness. While this represents — at least in theory — a return to the abstract models of the old days of yore, it’s become linked with the previously mentioned new age purposes and how they are meant to provide gratification and validation for us. We’re constantly being told that the pursuit behind things like jobs, careers, money, cars and “perfect” partners is our path to achieving happiness. We’re told this by purveyors of abstractness, those who stand to gain from our futile pursuit and chase behind this mirage they call happiness.
How often does someone’s job make them happy? Chances are, unless they own the business and are therefore emotionally invested in it, they view it as merely a job that provides an income — with some exceptions. How often have you found a “perfect” partner? How many relationships have ended because of qualities you desired (you were told they should exist because you deserve them) that you found lacking in your partners? How often have you walked away from things which held more meaning and held more weight in order to pursue this “happiness”?
We’re all running.
We’re all chasing.
We’re all hustling.
We’re all juggling.
We don’t know what we’re running from.
We don’t know what we’re chasing after.
We don’t know if we’re hustling them or being hustled by them.
We don’t know how many balls we’re juggling.
Do you think your ancestors would deem your modern life fulfilling? I tend to shy away from comparisons. I’ve always abhorred them to be quite honest, there are no fair comparisons in existence. Even minuscule differences at a molecular or atomic level can still instil a sense of injustice in any comparison. Why should I compare my life and my existence to that of someone who walked the Earth some 50, 80, 0r 100 years ago? What do they know about my struggles? What do they know about how I perceive my identity? What do they know about me?
What do I know about them? Stories. Hearsay. Tales. Lies. Half-told truths. Their purpose and mine, all those lives intertwined, what good is it all? To dwell about things that transcend bloodlines? The load is anything but benign, and you can ask anyone, we’re all walking on an incline.
We need to talk about it; because talking is all we’ve got left.