“The soul is born old but grows young.” — Oscar Wilde
I’ve met some amazing people from a multitude of nationalities. My favourites are East Indian/South Asians, particularly from the northern Punjab region. There’s a sense of humility that’s in their old souls. It can’t be described accurately and everyone I meet and talk to from the Punjab exudes empathy and generosity.
A childlike innocence that embraces life regardless of the obstacles - an all knowing sense of self randomly drifting in the turbulence. Contentment.
It’s passed on as well. Younger Punjabi Indians born here have the same shimmer, an unexplained aura, temperament and ok - good karma. Mischievous and unpredictable.
Humanity is too vast/complex to even pretend to know what’s going to happen here. I mean it’s a crazy spin or roll of the dice that lands a certain way and we just deal with it. The one thing that remains consistent is our troubling times. I'm thinking this … we got through it before; we’ll do it again. I have faith even though I’m not religious. Faith embodies everything, transcending the limitations of religion. Salvation? Sure. Bring it on. Purgatory? If we must.
Life is difficult. We humans are cruel. It’s just here and there; it's what we do.
The Welcoming
In a recent poll, it was determined that around half of Canadian Conservatives would have voted for Trump too and that floored me. Roughly two thirds of us right now are Conservatives so 1/3 of Canadians overall approve of him. That said, we as a country are standing on the same precipice they were just a few short months ago, ready to jump like they just did. I was under the impression that almost all of us despised Trump's arrogant psychopathy but nope. We welcome it! The Lemming Theory comes to mind. It's a 'how could it possibly be any worse' or 'what have we got to lose' mindset having absolutely no idea that the answers to these questions are unthinkable.
Our complacency is relentless. Oh he's just kidding. That could never happen here. We wallow in mind numbing complicity while perilous provocateurs sow seeds of autocracy and all in the name of freedom. A crime of the century con carried out in broad daylight with those doing the stealing smiling and waving at us while we wave back in awe and admiration.
Our old souls are not amused.
The Imposition & The Reaction
Rage baiting resentment politics, casting that reaction vote is so very much in fashion, in pursuit of justice - empowering entitlement and appeasing anxiety (wishful thinking). That impending threat of being swallowed up by progressive socialist elitists forcing their insipid ideology on those of us just needing to be left alone (or so we would like to believe).
No. It's the friction, tension and anger that is very much part of the allure. We have been inundated with the idea that hate actually feels good even though it's something most would never admit to. It's a covert agenda shared enthusiastically amongst like minded cohorts who love painful pleasures. Inflicting scorn - eating popcorn.
Imposing Black Lives Matters, LGBTQ/carbon tax, vaccination nonsense on us like rules we’re just supposed to follow now? Time to take a stand. Bring it home (to Daddy). Short term gain, long term pain but hey - it’s what’s necessary to maintain some sense of tradition.
Old souls are detached, wise and gracious. Generally quiet, understated. Always listening and relaxed yet alert. They don’t say much but when they do it’s like a bright light in a dark tunnel, illuminating truth and accepting any challenge presented. No affiliations, no allegiances - no puritan pride. Neutral ...
Responsible. Kind.
Epilogue:
This imposition of authority is erroneous. Old souls remain detached, knowing this. We're born, we live our lives then we die ... every one of us. The ongoing need to be dominant only hurts.
Any old soul will tell you that those pretending to be all knowing are those who know nothing and that politicians pretending to be 'for the people' care little about the people, only about what they can get from them. In these treacherous times one needn't look very far to make these discoveries.
Hey Canada. The apple doesn't fall very far from the tree. Time to strap in and drop like a stone.
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