The old structures beckon us, calling us to come back to old paradigms and structures of thinking we've known too well.
These thought structures, so familiar, the social philosophies, the way the young think, the way the old think, the religious platitudes, mystical philosophies, political patterns of thinking. they hold a weight with us. There's a safety in them. There's an established structure. There's fear in going against them, there's guilt and damnation and social incrimination.
They told us what to believe, all the ideas that we should take for granted. About how we shouldn't hate, how fascism is bad, how this or that religion offers safety from hellfire, how we should forgive, what we can and can't joke about, who we can and can't kill, what we should have tolerance for and what we should have zero tolerance for, what constitutes rape, what holds stigma, what is and isn't valuable, what is or isn't professional, what we should or shouldn't feel horribly guilty over, what we can say and do and believe in.
THE PRESSURE to believe in all these things is intimidating, it holds weight... receding.. as we cut away. To form an original conclusion. From a point we never have, from a point where we have discarded and unlearned everything we ever thought we knew. To begin anew, clean the slate and discover, for once, unafraid, what our heart really speaks, that which we should really believe.
These, all the common ideas we've been taught about how we're supposed to think, what we're supposed to say, do, and believe in. The only ways the world has ever known, and so appearing as if the only paths that we even have to choose from...
But not! We are free.
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| "Break the Sky" |
Humanity has failed us,
overwhelmingly, unendingly
so why do we still go on following?
And as we approach closer to ourselves, we can only wonder, why did we ever think it was ok to betray ourselves?
They have told us what it is we are supposed to value and devalue, what our philosophies should be and how they should operate, and we believed them. We believed it was wisdom. We believed it was very clever. But on what basis did we judge the value in anything? They told us what the basis of our thinking should be, and we bought it. Already thinking like them before we even consulted ourselves. What value could an idea ever have if it doesn't have true value to ourselves first and foremost? The kind we feel and arrive at on our own. Not an assessment of value based on the thought structures they have artificially constructed within us, nor the responses from our own guilt and fear they have also placed there, but what we really feel in the quiet back of our minds. What we lovingly feel and want to believe, from the deepest part of ourselves. How could we ever judge what's valuable on any other basis? Why did we allow ourselves to? Because it'd be cool with the group? And we are scared that others hold authority over our selves?
We are free to believe what we alone understand. Inside ourselves. No matter what nor how many it goes up against. And there is no one and no god standing in our way, not truly. No one but ourselves, and the cunning, deceptive psychological mechanisms of social pressures, conformity, embarrassment, alienation, fear, guilt, familiarity in the known vs. the unknown....
We are free to make up our own rules. As we truly see things, uncluttered and unchained. What we really want to say. Not as dishonesty nor arrogance, but merely the observation that we have, indeed, carefully considered all the known paths, and have found them to all be hollow and fruitless. Too many times, we've gone down these roads. We know where they lead.
We have been through all of this way too many times, for far too long, and we know we will not be getting new results, with the same old tired thinking. The safe ways of thinking.
The ocean expands, unknown to us in possibilities of existence. We have hung around, keeping track of the lighthouses for far too long, hoping they could guide us. It's time to cut ties and lose sight of shore.
We are free. We are totally and completely free to believe whatever it is we will, the only judge, our own heart, clear and free of debris. The only thing standing in our way, the continually diminishing fear of listening to our selves. That voice which speaks what we really feel.
