I was imagining a world that existed like this:
Each person’s wealth – that has been gained from ‘earning a living’ – is converted into tokens redeemable only by the ‘earner’, in an attempt to demonstrate who has what in this world. You carry around a bag with your tokens in it, showing how ‘valuable’ you are as a community asset. Then – surprise, surprise – the air you breathe becomes costly. You have to insert tokens into a local ‘breathing machine’ in order to have fresh air pumped – in a puff – into the atmosphere so that all living things can draw breath. At first there are communal machines – anyone can put tokens in to make sure that we can all breathe. Everyone does so with enthusiasm. We all have tokens, well, hopefully we have all earned a few, and we use them as is necessary. Those with tokens put them willingly in – in a fairly democratic fashion, no doubt. I put one – you put one. Etc.
Then the majority starts to run short of tokens. The air is getting tight, difficult to breathe. Like molasses. Those with big bags of tokens begin to become selfish. They resent putting extra tokens into the ‘breathing machine’ – despite the fact that they have plenty extra – when there are others that no longer ‘contribute’ to the air everyone breathes. The ones with tokens believe the ones without tokens should suffocate. They should die because they did not earn enough tokens to keep them alive. They believe this, despite the fact that they – and those ‘lazy time-wasters’ – share the same breathing space. The point is: without the ‘time-wasters’ – the dreamers, the believers, the lovers – the elite and their breathing would not even be a problem that needed contemplating on this planet.
Then – considering all – I came to the conclusion that human beings, being what they are, would never have condoned the manufacture of communal ‘breathing machines’. The capitalist mindset that manipulates the actions of the too-wealthy elite – those ‘with’ money – would have ensured at the outset that only individual ‘breathing machines’ were made, those that were built to the individual’s specifications. I am quite certain that those with enough tokens and their bespoke ‘breathing machines’ would be quite happy to watch with a ‘dejected’ sigh those without tokens who fall by the roadside and expire. I mean – if you are wealthy and well-connected you cannot be expected to save every piece of crap lying around on the planet, can you?
It does not matter what it is that you have to share, as long as you do share it. If the problem is that you do not know what you have to share, then yours is a steep climb to the plateau of productivity. It is through sharing – and sharing alone – that any single human being is going to reach their full potential, their nirvana. If you imagined that you had reached nirvana already – or your zenith, if you like – then you can concede that you were quite possibly mistaken. There is a way to go yet before anyone gets anywhere.
Sharing your experiences is helpful. Sharing your perceptions is optional. Sharing your cynicism is unwelcome and sharing your destructive criticism is pointless to you in the long run. It slaps you on the back of the head on its return journey. There is always something to share. A smile. A truth. The last Rolo. A private joke. The list is endless. You do not need money to share your wealth.
Appreciate sharing. Both the giving and receiving. Sharing takes time. Time in this world is a gift. Feel free to give of yourself as often as you can manage without depleting your reserves or exhausting your resources. There is no point in that. If you are no good to yourself then you are not much good for anyone else. You must have others with whom to share (sharing with yourself is not quite as useful), so ensure that you are good to both yourself and the others you come across. You need their input.
If you did not learn to share as a child, perhaps now is the right time to teach yourself how it is done. It is a life-skill you require.
Why do people who can barely provide for themselves, breed? Why are millions of children caught up in their parent’s poverty? When you bring a child into a shit life – and you know very well whether your life is shit or not – what are you thinking? I don’t think you are thinking. You can’t be. In some countries children are bred to sell, or to work. That makes no sense. The parents must work. For themselves, first. If you cannot put food on the table for yourself, let alone a family, then you have to sit parenthood out. You do not breed children to provide for you – know that for free. It is time people grew more responsible and looked at what they are doing to themselves, as a whole. What are you showing a child when you bear and raise it in poverty, squalour? You are teaching it disease and suffering. Death. Why would anyone choose to do that? As a parent, do not tell me that there is surplus energy to love and nurture your children when you are struggling to stay alive.
Breeding violence is not productive. What is the point of generation after generation learning that hurting other people is how you send a message or get what you want? That is not the way. Violence is second nature to some people. It is their first reaction to any confrontation. In fact, violent people will seek confrontation so that they can inflict damage. Theirs’ is a bizarre mindset. It wants controlling. Realise that violence changes a person. It hardens your heart. If you commit acts of violence, you are not in control. You need to be in control of your wild inside. The anger that drives violence is a voice – amidst many – that still needs to be heard, but there are other ways for that pain to say what needs saying. The fact that so much senseless violence is played out through alcohol intoxication should alert mankind to what it becomes under the influence. Often, where there is truth there is conflict.
In the same way that you get breeds of animals, you get breeds of people. Of men. Women. Animals accept their classification without taking it personally. Humans don’t. They fight themselves, each other, over what and who they are. They are precious about their identity. This is a consistency, everywhere. It causes wars. You are bred into tradition – the system – or you are bred to question the system. Some people are bred into wealth. What they do with that privilege is always measured. You are bred into security, or you are not. If you are not, your questions are for your parents. Hard workers are a breed of people. As are the compassionate. Arseholes, too, are a breed. Take each at face value.