I have a to-do list in the other room next to the laptop, but I’m not going to fetch it because I want ready to dive into the electronic world just yet. It’s OK to just sit and look out the window and reflect and write before confronting “reality,” isn’t it? We don’t need to tap into the network and be assimilated through all of our waking hours. Resistance is not futile. Viva the revolution.
“Resist!” cries the mob. But what are we resisting? The people who cede their power to the government have been pushing back and forth, trying to force different styles of oppression on the rest of us; one person’s oppression is another person’s “the way it ought to be,” and they’re both generally opposed to actual liberty. Their conversations boil down to “I know you are, but what am I?” Today’s resisters forgave their guy when he was the oppressor in charge.
Is it possible we could live in a world where we love one another, live, and let live? I don’t know, we’ve never tried it. Who will let go of their hate first? Who will accept their quirky neighbors first?
I’ve been trying to adopt a lifestyle of “Love God and love my neighbor.” “Love God” does not mean calling out or fighting people who love God differently from me, who love a different God, or who don’t believe in God at all, because doing so would involve not loving my neighbor. See how simple it is?
But people have a problem with people who see things differently. I wish that could stop, but all I can control is my own reactions. Still, that’s everything. That’s what Gandhi meant when he said, “Be the change you wish to see in the world.” It starts with me — or, in your case, it starts with you.
