At work today I was thinking about how lucky I was as I kid to live where we lived and to have been able to see the countries I did, among other things. As a reflex I then immediately started thinking about when exactly it is that we abandon Imagination and Wonder–which aren’t mutually exclusive to childhood–and start to focus on bullshit metrics.
I have to make X amount of money to buy a certain car.
I have to dress a certain way.
I have to subscribe to a brand or to several brands to justify my actions and to build a false narrative.
I’m 38 years old. I don’t care about your politics. I don’t care about your religion. I don’t care about your academics.
Are you disarmed yet? Many of you could be. Yet here we are, hurtling through space, and the great Unknown is still that. And it will continue to be.
As I prepare to leave a profession in which I can no longer believe, I am revisiting a lot of the constructed truths I needed to synthesize in order to justify aberrant behavior, which at times, certainly could have (should have?) resulted in my doom.
I’m a pretty lucky guy. I fucked up a lot. I made a lot of mistakes. I got a lot of second chances.
I think it’s time for Imagination and Wonder to come back.