I smile for pictures, but I don’t relish the moments that I have to. Meanwhile I see people way older than me having a look in their eyes saying how fake the whole ordeal is. How this smile for this picture is but a fleeting moment not even of happiness if one is really honest to yourself. Why do we allow ourselves to cheat ourselves of happiness claiming smiling for pictures for example is me actually being happy? Why do we allow the existence of silent bystanders pessimistically observing the dead end cycle that never adds up to a happiness anyone can be satisfied with?
Certainly, the answer starts with me.
I don’t subscribe to the fashionable idea that constantly communicating on WhatsApp, constantly absorbing strictly curated news, is a sustainable happy way to live. It requires fervent belief in the meaningless whispers over LTE to be value, and blind trust and acceptance of whatever news is convenient to access. I don’t believe people my age would do a stupid thing like pour their heart out on WhatsApp, therefore I assume nothing important is shared on WhatsApp. I happen to see how I would be disrespecting and ignoring the people around me if every idle moment I go on WhatsApp and look at news. But I guess I understand that paying attention to these things projects a certain look, a certain standing in the system that one is fed the idea that it’s glorious to become. But the clincher is you have to believe in it for it to be your real experience. I rather place time into points that persist without my belief.
For example, eating balanced so every day, I take a good shit. Sleeping before midnight, so my body isn’t hung with this drape of tiredness and strain. Redefining value, what is good, in alignment with what has always been here no matter what my age for example. Living discipline and commitment with consistency. I sound old fashioned to me. But there are certain things that are relevant regardless of the age we live in, no matter what age, relevant from the moment we were born. Like time is a breath in and out. And there is a physical limit of breaths before night comes and it’s time to sleep. And the proportion of breaths invested into the activities that are going to move you in the direction you want to be headed is important. Time to me is only an approximation and an abstraction of the actual experience and process that we should relish daily through however many breaths it takes. Never got into time boxing or structuring my time in minutes.
What education should be is the summary of the most pressing and relevant details that everyone needs to tend to, preferably from the moment you’re born. And should be timeless and stand the test of time, instead of sloppily following the eye’s trends. The most frivolous and subject to change trends should be left aside because that will be known through the distribution of information through TV, news, internet. And they will be ever changing, so do you confuse your audience in the ever changing ethereal subjects, or do you ground them in what’s at hand and the common sense? What education should be, should be the education of everyone. Everyone’s always absorbing new information but being saturated with information with little to no application. Point blank, we should curate the information we digest even more strictly than mainstream media. Because it’s a known fact more hours of videos and more words are produced than the human ability to absorb information, come on we only have 24 hours in a day.
Desteni comes as a highly recommended source of information and perspectives about life and death, about responsibility, and is the most calm and detailed answer you’ll find about what you can do in today’s world, to change it. The short answer is everyone needs to change themselves, and far deeper than meets the eye. Human nature can change, it’s changed over these 100 years, not so difficult to fathom me changing myself as my own human nature.