Why can’t we stand on two feet of our own? Why do we indulge in blame quite often?
On a road to maturity, I often juggle with the idea of why it has always been hard to accept who we are. What makes us not appreciate the real-version of ourselves? Maybe, our lives are in flux; or in the continuum of hope and despair, it may become really hard to decide what constitutes reality. Our minds are species of chaos, and the world we inhabit does not echo stable order. And, this all turns living a robust life into an intimidating enterprise. Though the life we happen to live does not always entail difficulties, it’s not an easy affair either. What’s the real challenge before mortal humans then: sailing through the uncertain future.
We inhabit a world where income inequality is real; racism is creating unending waves of hatred among the populace across the globe; politics is marred with prejudice and oppression of minorities under the hand of the majority; governments sometimes become the means and methods to perpetuate the interests of wealthy and powerful; corporate interests are gaining priority over the people’s interests; poverty is unchecked and environmental degradation is haunting us straight into our eyes. It appears one should appreciate the people who are sailing through this time.
Nevertheless, time has never been kind to humans. Our ancestors had had their share of toils and troubles. They consistently braved the threat of an uncertain future. The time they lived had produced their share of the seers, the sagacious, and the saints of the kind who could be approached when life had become threatening. What’s the task of seer and saint when there is no uncertainty in the affairs of life. If all is known, all is certain, then the prophecy is dead.
Blaming is our uncertainty-coping mechanism. At the basic level, it furnishes vitality to ignorance. An ignorant mind is an ideal place where blame can flourish. I see young people, blame-eaten and wasted away towards hatreds and negativity. They don’t exercise control over their own self. They can be dubbed as blame-personified.
But who can save oneself from blame that surreptitiously permeates our minds?