I don't Think Our Politics are broken

I don’t think our politics are broken.

I think our hearts are.

In trying to desperately feel better about ourselves and our choices (and the lack thereof), we’ve abdicated our hearted nature to the devil we know: fear of others trying to do the same thing that we’re doing.

I think in all of this we’ve let expectations and the experience of humility fall to the side (or behind) the things that get likes and comments and those are what serve as validation.

We’ve settled on means of production as ‘how it’s always been and should be’ as measures of success or worth when there are entire worlds of existence beyond the capitalist creeds that serve less and less people changing what it means to truly live. We can’t find balance and, perhaps, are being regularly instructed by the greater scheme of things that there really is no such thing—though the market would want you to believe otherwise.

Whether we call it vanity or call it the desperate need to be seen by billions of other alienated people, this, to me, seems to remove us from any ideas of community writ large. It’s as if we need the echo chamber repeating back to us so that if no one else hears us, we hear ourselves and become validated.

Candor is prefaced by attempts at confrontation: “This is going to be controversial” and the like, well, for the likes. Marketers call it a ‘hook’, some kind of thing that may or may not be true to grab you and get you to hold on for three seconds.

I think somewhere in the mix of all the unfoldings and unravelings in the past 20ish years, as we stepped away from organized community, put praise and prayers toward our purses as individual-atomic structures with a focus on ‘other’ not-so-good by many definitions, our ‘politics’ (shorthand here for many things), slid into the same.

Maybe I’m just restating the obvious that others say more gracefully. We’re brilliant and loving and have so many ways to offer love we’ve forgotten how easy it is in an effort to please a market or join a common-like club that relies on not-love to bolster self.

The Jesus dude (bless his little heart) has said there’s only love or the call to love. I wonder how we can bridge the gap between the two? Can we?

I know there’s a gap and it can be healed. It’s why I’m being pushed so vociferously. The call to speak has moved into a new ‘push’ because ,for reasons I don’t fully understand, time is of the essence.