I
wish the world was smart enough to realize that it doesn’t need to
freak out. It almost always doesn’t need to stress or fight, or
even be confused. I want to be a part of a new social game. I want
people to rely on each other because they know how and what to be
relied upon. I don’t want leeches. I want investors. I want lessons
to be taught in the kind of people you can trust and ones you can’t.
I want people to be honest with themselves about what they are
capable of and what they aren’t.
Say
the economy tanks again. Say people are doing here what has been done
throughout history. They buy up all the Walmart resources; they buy
up guns and try to stockpile gold or some other form of local
currency. If America wants to continue to be an example and a
standard, I think the best they thing they can do is not freak the
fuck out. When you think you can’t pay for something or can’t
support someone, start with refraining from freaking the fuck out.
There is no nobility in dying alone, and there is even less in
ensuring the death of those around you because of your petty or naïve
sense of selfishness.
I
really don’t think, even now, people understand the utility of
cooperation. I think the idea of things being “fair” is naïve.
When you cooperate, whether it is for one or the group, you’re
espousing an ideal that goes beyond a naïve conception of fairness.
After all, how many times can you hear the adage that life isn’t
fair? How much less can you care about the starving kids in Africa
before you forgo “fair” as a mantra around which to construct the
meager morality of your life?
I
think people need to resolve themselves with the idea that they are
going to get squarely fucked. Not just inconvenienced or provided
with some opportunity to grow and learn, but squarely and supremely
fucked. Too often, you won’t have the money, the cure, the answers,
the resources, or maybe even the will to endure some level of
bullshit. This is where I’d like to come in. This is where I’d
like to encourage like-minded individuals to join me.
I’d
like to die being more of an enabling resource than a hindrance.
Helping people doesn’t mean you have to open yourself up to abuse
or that the people who need the help are looking to abuse. It isn’t
rocket science to figure out when the help needs to stop or start.
Here’s the secret, try not being a fucking idiot.
It
feels good to help people, and it feels good to be able to trust that
someone is there to help. Things really don’t need to come with
strings attached. I start beaming smiling at the idea of just helping
or contributing for the sake of helping or contributing. Making
someone smile or relieved because that is an end in and of itself. I
find life too…empty, lonely, and depressing, if I don’t try for
these ideals.
My
idea is to make a specific goal of making life simple. If you have a
question, ask someone. If you have a problem, make sure you line up
the kinds of people that can actually help you with it. If all you
have to invest is yourself, then do it and use that to trade or try
to equate what you wish to get from someone else. Don’t feel alone,
it’s unnecessary and rarely helpful.
I’ll
keep making the appeal. If you make your problems known, I want to
see if there’s anything I can do to help. Maybe when everyone
realizes there are simple answers, we can start to understand
problems in a different way. Maybe when we daily actualize the
capacity of people, we can stop superficially hoping and instead
objectively justify where our reasons for believing in something lie.
