Do I care what people think?
No. Or, mostly not.
It feels good to be liked
but it feels worse, to try to be liked
there’s no freedom in that
no honesty.
If you are honest, people can’t help, but be honest back
but the feeling is too uncomfortable for them
the knife in the back, goes right to the throat
and they don’t feel safe, not being liked.
It’s too dangerous to be around someone who loves the truth.
When I was a teenager, I admired men who had something to say
but most don’t
most convince others they do, by reacting to authority.
People REACT
it’s the safest action
it’s repetitive, Re-act
it’s no real threat
nothing new.
Words are spoken out of anger or envy, never from a place of original action
even protests, fulfill the human need to belong
group outrage, is intoxicating
the moral crusade is meaningful
after 50 years, protesters remember their satisfying social war
they laid down in front of a bus
they got arrested
after college, they got a good job, and raised a good family
they weren’t true believers because their faith was about feelings.
We are either growing into ourselves, or into society
Society
controls you
so that your thoughts and moods
move you
in the same direction
as everybody else.
Forget, sides
and outrage
you are accepted, if you participate
People know who you are
you are an enemy
you are an ally
you are someone who has had enough, of the social war, so you don’t want to talk about it
Maybe, you’ll get a lecture
“You need to care.”
But it’s comforting to them, to know, who you are.
You fit into a fashionable square
depending on your chosen, assigned, social, identity.
As we move into major life decisions
we revert to family values
if we had a family.
We please our parents, unknowingly
by becoming our parents.
If there is no family
it’s the people we look up to
the mentors, who meant something
because they noticed us
it’s the people who cared
the stranger, steps outside of all of that
Strange, to the last man or woman
totally alone
not even, fully known, to himself
judgements
put-downs
are recognized as reactions.
When official power meets this other kind of power
it’s a real threat
it does not re-act to power
it knows power isn’t there
power is an illusion
power doesn’t corrupt
but a fear of loss of power
does.
How do you know, you have become this man?
Your conversations, are mostly honest
You don’t measure the wind with your finger
You don’t try to convince others of the truth
You simply know it
and that makes people more angry.
What is the purpose of being honest?
What is the purpose of knowing the truth?
It can’t be put into words
Only that, when you glimpse it, and follow it
nothing else matters.
It’s so far away from society
and what society knows.
It requires no explanation
because it can’t be explained.
Few find it
Few know it
Few hold onto it.
It will separate you
and make you immortal
to the Few.
Thanks for the link BTC Tech Group! I appreciate how much you share my stuff. The more people who read, the more I feel like writing. Otherwise, my thoughts are only thoughts, for myself. Thanks again! -Andy
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This was great!
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Thanks Eleanor Lorene Lowe!!! 🙂
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you don’t try to convince others of the truth
You simply know it
and that makes people more angry.
What is the purpose of being honest?
What is the purpose of knowing the truth?
It can’t be put into words
Only that, when you glimpse it, and follow it
nothing else matters.
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There is a knowing that comes. One can’t explain it nor do they feel a need to. It is an inner touchstone, a serenity that is never changed by outside or even inner turbulence. You work is provocative, worth pondering. Keep writing. Thanks for visiting Source of Inspiration and leaving bread crumbs leading here. hugs, pat
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Wow! Pat, thank you for your thoughts, and your charming word choice! You made my day. I am so glad that you got something from my writing. Best, -Andy
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