There should never be a time and space in the world for indifference, or at least, that is what one may have believed.
Our natural expectations are that all humans should be just as kind and caring as we are; that they are sensitive to their fellow beings’ feelings, emotions, and troubles as well as their wishes and dreams.
The natural assumption is that all human efforts are towards good intentions for the greater good. But maybe that is an ideal world – a utopia that will forever only remain a dream.
It seems as if with such an assumption, we may have been a little too naïve. We have placed all our eggs in one basket and trusted that other beings may rightfully be wiser and know better to be even custodians of our livelihoods.
We have been irresponsible in that we have completely relinquished not only our power, but mainly our mental faculties off into slumber and oblivion.
As a result, we have minimised our greater minds into containers of information that has little or no value to improving our life experiences or helping us become the best we can be.
While we were asleep, those who slept with one eye open noticed our feebleness. They selfishly and subliminally studied our moves, thoughts, and behaviour at the behest of their deceitful and insatiable greed.
This has been so well orchestrated to the point that not only are we willing victims, but also accomplices to our enslavement and infantility. Our dreams and wishes have been reduced to nothing other than seeking pleasure and enjoyment.
Like an addict, we find ourselves in a constant state of seeking to be entertained and drown ourselves in beautiful drunken bliss for temporary relief.
As we do this, our once bright future and that of our children is slowly swept from under our feet.
The glow that once lit up our faces and every room we entered slowly withers away like a plant in the dry sun of the Kalahari.
With our faith shaking, we convince ourselves that hope is all we have left. We have forgotten that hope is for a beggar, and forfeits our infinite power into the hands of the fellow kind and entities foreign to our soul.
We render ourselves as nothing but items for use to further the wishes even of those with evil intentions just to stop our stomach rumblings.
However, every once in a full moon and in accidental meditation, we look at ourselves and all we see are shells of what we were and shadows of our potential self. But no matter how challenging the times may be or become, in our meditations, we must find opportunity for remembrance. To remember to come back to ourselves; that who we were before the world has told and taught us who we can or cannot be, for we were born complete and only had to gradually grow into our full potential. We were born to flourish and live out the gift creation has given us and not be mere victims of subjugation and atrocity inflicted by entities with ill minds. This is the time we are called to action and not waver but to kukut.
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Uncommon Sense is published every Friday in the New Era newspaper with contributions from Karlos Naimhwaka