We’ve all heard it at least once. Uttered by a friend or family member, encouraging us or consoling us, telling us that change is good. But is it?
Our names are like labels or captions that enable people to make quick assertions, and assumptions about us. Some names are a burden, while others are intimidating and some names are forbidden in certain countries. One could say without a doubt that names have a certain power over our lives.
A story of how change that starts from the bottom, driven through action and example while engaging others, results in a solid foundation from which to build. It started with two inmates who joined forces to make a difference in their restrained community and beyond its confines. If what we do is who we are, and our actions define us, these three ex-convicts and their cellmates have shown us that change starts from the bottom up and most importantly from within.
Many of you are probably familiar with Steinbeck’s novel, The Winter of Our Discontent, which essentially means now we are in a period of misery. The combination of extreme heat, fires, droughts, flooding, supply chain, and transportation disruptions, plus the disproportionate price hikes of fuel and electricity means that we will be seeing a lot less food on store shelves this winter. Meanwhile the rich will keep partying and flying around in their private jets just as they did during the Corona Virus Pandemic.
As much as shopping online has opened us up to a big wild world of endless consumer goods it has also opened up a deep dark vortex where people get sucked into a scrolling stupor. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate and have enjoyed the convenience of online shopping as much as anyone else, especially during the pandemic lockdowns. But there is a downside to all of this.
When I was nine years old, in Northern Montreal, I used to take a shortcut through a field to get to school. One winter day, crossing the frozen field, I crashed through the ice. Luckily for me, it was not deep. It was scary and freezing. I managed not to lose my boots which were weighed down with icy water. I walked in those wet soggy boots for the rest of that winter, they never dried up. I told no one, especially not my mother, for she was a very strict and incredibly thrifty woman, perhaps not by choice. Those boots were meant to be worn until I grew out of them. Raising three children on one measly salary, was a feat, requiring sacrifices and creative solutions.
Online Censorship picked up momentum over the last few years, and as a result, many suddenly had something to feel offended by. Are being woke, censorship, and cancel culture intimately connected by obscure puritanical roots or is there a more sinister plot at work?
If you type “water shortage” in Google you’ll get about 86,300,000 results, whereas the term Water wars gets 654 million results, clearly indicating that many of us are feeling disturbed and perhaps imagining the worst case scenarios for the near future.
You have no idea how many times you’ve averted danger, simply by listening to your inner voice. When you chose to take an alternate route, leave early or later, or maybe cancel the appointment altogether because you were feeling uneasy about a situation. You might even twist an ankle or you might miss your flight, along with a variety of apparent mishaps that turn out to be blessings in disguise, so to speak.
Many do not want the truth published, from the powerful to the pious and corrupt. The world is full of those who want to stay in the shadows.