Who do we want to become? Is it wealth that will make us feel fulfilled and successful? Making sure that those who lie below us in the financial bed either rise and shine to work (because they are all just lazy) and get off public assistance…or be drug tested and continuously reminded that they are less valuable and less deserving of our respect…or tax dollars. While we all know many CEO’s and corporate individuals abuse drugs in abandon yet are handed our $$ without anyone giving a care or asking them to be drug tested. Why I ask?
Who do we want to become? Is it kissing the feet of corporate America, while providing them with millions in tax cuts as we silently wish to be them? Chanting the mantra of capitalism in the hope and dream that we too can reach this peak and look down upon those who have not “made it” as we count our money and feeling “blessed” that our God has given us such a life. Yet fault the less fortunate for not making their life better.
Who do we want to become? Is it stoking the fire of fear and despair and creating a world where we believe first and second amendment rights are ready to be ripped away from us from some unknown force? Where in turn we pack on the guns, (to protect ourselves from ourselves), store survival gear in preparation of Armageddon and ready ourselves to kill our neighbors if necessary.
Who do we want to become? I want none of the above. Yet daily I read of Bills being passed that are leading us down this dangerous, self-righteous slope. Soon to hit a very dark bottom. I have the desire and the will to fight this with compassion, love, and a desperation that our world will not end up this way. I refuse to spit upon those who have not what I have, I refuse to fuel the fire of fear, I refuse to think that one religion is the only way out of here. I refuse to think that more guns are the answer as I watch time and again the young children dying needlessly. I refuse to believe that the little guy does not matter. So I will help you someday, if I see that you need something and I can help. I will give you my hand without asking your religion or political interests. I will share a smile with you without asking if you pay your taxes or have a green card handy. I will not look at your age, race or sexual orientation in determining if you are worthy of my time. I refuse to lose my humanity. Who do you want to become?
I am currently entrenched in the literary series “Game of Thrones.” Rather timely I think, as we look at the current power struggle before us throughout the world and with the upcoming national election looming. It has lent me to think about the world today and how we struggle to keep power and control in our pockets and tied to our dreams.
I suspect that from the beginning of mankind, power and control oozed from our genetic code. Darwin recognized the survival of the fittest as it plays out in the evolution of all species. Yet, with this knowledge, one would think we would gain some insight into harnessing power and control at a higher level. We have not and we are still their beasts of burden. But we live in a world where random killings are a reality when one feels total lack of control, feels as if they no longer carry any power over their own destiny. I am not making any excuses for these heinous acts but rather I am trying to make sense of such senselessness. The final statement of such death, the ability to determine the end time of another’s life- such a defined moment.
It is an intoxicating high to obtain power. Kings and queens have tasted its sweetness and killed many to retain its glory. Heads of State around the world also have been swept up in its wake, determined in conquest . Yet, you and I, the little people, we too have had our moments of power. The moments of feeling in control of our environment the satisfaction overwhelming it can blind us. While we may feel power over others at work, at home, or in the community…we need to not lose sight of what responsibility that power carries. We become the kings and queens and our words become sharp and heavy and able to cut deep and smash the spirit of those around us. Is that what we so strive for? By trampling their soul do we climb higher?
In the deepest sense of living, no one shall have power over your soul. Control is conceptual, it is dependent upon how you perceive your own world and your place in it. Some day, some time, we may understand how giving others the sense of power and control may actually return the gift. We may understand that lifting others above ourselves rather than trampling them down below us, is a pure high. But not today, today we cling to power tightly, dream of control and plan our strategy to conquer and have it all. Yes, the ultimate game of thrones.