In Flows & Flux, I share my thoughts, opinions and ideas. Every week, I share writings, that I hope, will help you think more, love more and understand yourself and the world better.
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Today, I reflect on the miracle of participating in someone else's dream. Like the brief call with a friend where he shares news of his visa approval. Or the video call with a brother where he shows me around his new home. Or witnessing the miracle of an aunty giving birth to triplets. Or getting drunk with a friend after he got a "yes" from his dream girl. Or sitting with a friend while he waits for feedback of a job interview and screaming with him as he gets the job. Or following a friend to get his dream car. Or driving a friend to the airport and saying goodbye as he leaves for his Doctorate. Or watching a friend get married to her highschool sweetheart.
I think it was Dave Chappelle who said "You have to be wise enough to know when you’re living your dream and humble enough to accept when you’re living in someone else’s". I think of it very often. How this world is a big event of dreams happening. Everyday, someone is finally realizing a long cherished dream. The story of humans is partly a tale of dreams pursued and dreams fulfilled. And while you may not feel like you're living in your own dream yet, I hope you realize that you're a part of someone's dream happening right now.
There is a universal feeling of ennui at this moment. Especially for the young.
There is an unnamed anxiety that knots our interior. And it's either the fear of being replaced or rather being irrelevant. Or both.
And what makes it sadder is how we don't know how to prepare for this future. Our schools are obsolete in this regard. No one knows how much of a change it will mean and the level of mental sophistication needed to survive it.
The abundance of information doesn't even help. It creates several path and at the end we are paralyzed by the opportunity cost of each choice and what it will mean if we walk down it. So we keep analyzing.
But, I think for me, the fear is more about identity. Who do I become in this future? What part of myself do I let go? How much is too much transformation? How does this change affect my interiority? My soul.
There is a universal feeling of ennui at this moment. Especially for the young.
There is an unnamed anxiety that knots our interior. And it's either the fear of being replaced or rather being irrelevant. Or both.
And what makes it sadder is how we don't know how to prepare for this future. Our schools are obsolete in this regard. No one knows how much of a change it will mean and the level of mental sophistication needed to survive it.
The abundance of information doesn't even help. It creates several path and at the end we are paralyzed by the opportunity cost of each choice and what it will mean if we walk down it. So we keep analyzing.
But, I think for me, the fear is more about identity. Who do I become in this future? What part of myself do I let go? How much is too much transformation? How does this change affect my interiority? My soul.
Artificial intelligences do not undergo experiences, do not possess a body, do not feel joy or pain, do not mature through relationships, and do not know from within what love, work, friendship or responsibility mean. Nor do they have a moral conscience, since they do not judge good and evil, grasp the ultimate meaning of situations, or bear responsibility for consequences. They may imitate or even simulate, but they do not understand what they produce, for they lack the affective, relational, and spiritual perspective through which human beings grow in wisdom. #MagnificaHumanitas
The eyes carry the soul. It tells alot about the state of the mind. Tired, anxious, angry, happy, sad, curious, hopeless, at peace, lazy, ambitious, playful, serious, pretending, lying. Look into the eyes and see the person.
To be honest, I don't know much. But I know that whatever is worthwhile takes time. I know something about life's seasons. I know about laughter and how it empties the belly of worries. I know little about friendships. I know a lot about anxiety. I am still learning.
The masculine urge to disappear into the woods and build something with your hands and never explain yourself to anyone ever again. to become so quiet that god can finally hear you. to stop performing strength and just be strong in a place where no one is watching and no one is grading. the masculine urge to protect something so hard you become the wall. to find one woman and make her the entire world and burn the maps to everywhere else. to be so devoted it scares the men who forgot what devotion costs. the masculine urge to cry alone in the truck and then walk into the house like nothing happened because some weight is yours to carry and yours alone. to build the table your grandchildren will eat at. to teach your son the thing your father never taught you and break the curse with your own hands. the masculine urge to stop talking and start becoming. to let the silence speak. to be the man they remember not because you were loud but because you were there. always there. even when it cost you. especially when it cost you
"Here on the bridge between starshine and clay, my one hand holding tight my other hand; come celebrate with me that everyday something has tried to kill me and has failed."
And it happens, so very often, that the sign of a prayer answered is often the peace that comes with being indifferent to the result—whether answered or not. Because to be at peace is to finally understand & accept God's sovereignty.