We are born into a world of innocence, freedom and unconditional love. Along the snaky path, we slither, sheering off our thin childhood epidermis to become analyzers, processors, worst case scenario thinkers, separatists, boxed in, boarded up, work for the man-o-holics, boring, conservative, this is how I should act, hope everyone likes me, thick skinned adults.
Question: Why do we do that? Why do we trade in the serenity and peace of our inner child and decide to take on the hardened edges of a struggling disconnected adult? Somehow, somewhere along the heavily guarded road to maturity and responsibility we unlearned the things that kept us vulnerable and playful. The road itself is a cruel teacher that places boundaries and restrictions that many of us unconsciously obey. We’ve become programmed to be all too aware of the firing squad waiting for us if we veer too far right or too far left. Out of fear, if we move to the periphery, we inevitably jump back into line, as to not upset what’s expected. From wannabe rogue to aimless refugee, we wander slowly from the care free town of Childhoodville to the bustling metropolis of Grown Up City.
If you’ve ever observed children playing around the world, you’ll notice there is no difference between the youth in Bali or Canada. Eliminate the toys, the clothes, the cultural element and one basic truth is left; all kids play with one another regardless of sex, age, financial status, or language barriers. There is not one innocent soul who wouldn’t want to hug, kiss, explore and help another child out of a jam. This is our natural state. We are born into love and because of this, love flows easily from little heart to little heart. Their tiny hands hold tightly to one another, running down the beach, splashing in the water; completely free of judgement.
But we fucked up. We fucked up bad. As a universal progressive society we decided that certain people were of no value because of their skin color, amount of money earned, the language spoken, the area they live in, and the religion they follow. Think you and I are immune? Think again. When was the last time you even casually thought, “I feel more comfortable around…” “They’re not my type of people…” “I have nothing in common with them…” “I prefer to hang around with…” Or what about the more common inner phrases of self-doubt, fears, worthlessness and feeling like YOU don’t fit in, that cause us separation and a feeling of disassociation. Where do you think this comes from? If we we’re born free of these thoughts; then seems to me like we’ve been conditioned to believe other people’s concepts about ourselves and the world around us.
Even in the most perceived open families, cultures, religions and spiritual groups we are separate from one another. We create unwritten rules; those who follow can enjoy sweet union with the group and those who question, don’t “get it” or don’t completely “buy into it,” feel left out, unwelcome or confused. Take a look around, this mentality is everywhere. Nothing is left untouched as we age. The world that we mature in, dictates our values of “good” “bad” “right” and “wrong.” Many groups even go so far as to segregate, if you choose to open your bright eyes and SEE.
We are all fucked up. But if we choose to stay fucked up that’s our fault.
We need to unlearn what’s been drilled into us about ourselves and others. Observe your beliefs. Are they truly based on experience or are they based on someone else’s thoughts or ramblings? What you choose to keep as restrictive thoughts will of course be up to you… but why the fuck would you want to stay limited in your view of your inner and outer world. We all have the resources to surround ourselves with a variety of people, cultures and to slowly build up connected views rather than walled up and unconscious ideas.
I ask the great Universe to give us all the desire to de-program that which keeps us apart. If we collectively choose to live in love and embrace differences rather than clinging to the illusionary walls of comparisons we will find ourselves playing like little babies. We will run around half naked on a beach, throwing caution to the wind and jumping into the ocean waves of life. Let’s ride the surf holding hands; smiling and laughing as we bob along the water occasionally spitting up salty fluid, as our head go under. But if one of us goes too far below, without even thinking, let’s grab their hand, hold on tight and pull them the fuck back up.