Years End

and Years begin, a partial loss, and partial win.

I tend to voice the way I see the world in the collective sense, I use the royal ‘we’ and ‘us’ a lot, then tear it apart.
I don’t like when someone speaks on my behalf, I reckon it’s a way of safely holding an opinion.

If I put the weight on others, then they help me carry it. I’m not going to do that anymore.

I wonder why we, as a collective humanity, seem to have so much friction between our perceived borders.
Borders that are physical, metaphorical, and spiritual.
I’ve landed on fear, we are innately an afraid species. Fear keeps us safe, and we cling to that thorny safety with desperation.
Afraid we’re fucking up.
Afraid we’re wrong.
Afraid we’ll lose.
Afraid we’ll fail.
Afraid of others.
Afraid of ourselves.

World peace seems like an idyllic vision, but it flummoxes me.
We’re all human, why do we fight one another so hard?
Are the opinions of others rebelled against because we think they are incorrect, or do we try to eradicate them because we fear they aren’t?
Conflicting information is a threat to our beliefs, our understanding, and our identity.
We lash out at these dissenting realities in fruitless attempts to lend creedence to our own fleeting fantasies.

I think spicy food is delicious, the heat dances with flavor.
You think spicy food is awful, the fire is angry on the tongue.
I can attack the content of your character.
I can tell you that you’re wrong.
I can seek allies to affirm that spicy food is indeed delicious.

I can append ‘for me’ or ‘to me’ before or aft my utterances.

For me, spicy food is delicious.
Spicy food is delicious, to me.

People tend to take in contradicting opinions as a direct attack on their own.
I do not seek to establish my view as The Dominant Worldview, I seek to have my worldview seen.
Look at the world through my eyes, turn your gaze to cloud streaked skies.
We cannot take in the entirety of existence, there’s too much of it.
We can share what we see and paint a bigger picture together.
We tend to scribble over each others scrawlings to claim ownership, to assert our assumptions.

Why?

If someone tells you something you don’t agree with, you can believe them without changing your mind.
Do that.