The human condition is a disability, but this wasn’t always the case.
I was a very strange child. Although it doesn’t make much sense, I vividly remember not liking kids when I myself was one. I felt removed from my peers, as if I was a spectator that didn’t have a role. My first impression of children my age left such an impact on me that I still remember it to this day, as it would shape my perspective of society into adulthood.
I was three years old and it was my first day of preschool. My first thought of being placed amongst a band of other three year olds was utter disgust. Well, a level of disgust that a 3 year old was capable of at least. What horrified me was their inherent unconsciousness, their inability to comprehend that there was a whole world of other people equally important to themselves, a world that had limitations and a world that they needed to share. Every whiney child believed that their snack time was more important than everyone else’s snack time, and that the adults should bow down to their every beck and call. They had no conception of how the adults were working hard for us, and that this took time and energy. They had no idea that their needs might have to be temporarily displaced in the wake of a teachers’ many tasks. But I somehow understood this at the ripe age of three. In fact, I often put others needs before my own. I remember going without something because I didn’t want to ask an adult to do it for me. I would have rather sat and dealt with not being able to reach the cup on the shelf, or the snack in the cabinet, because I didn’t want to impede on my family’s busy life.
Like I said, I was a strange child.
This feeling continued well into elementary school and middle school. I spent my entire childhood desperately wanting to become an adult because I honestly thought that this was a trait that kids grew out of. I wanted to be amidst peers who understood the importance of cooperation, who didn’t think their food, water, shelter, and overall comfort was all that mattered, was more important than my own or the person next to them. As many of you could accurately predict, I grew up only to be disappointed. Now 22, I see no difference between humans at 3 and humans at 45. If anything, the only thing that has happened is people grew out of their valuable innocence and into their immaturity. They are unable to come to a fundamental understanding that we are all connected, that “I am another you” as I’ve written about already. There’s no comprehension that when you hurt your surroundings, you are hurting yourself because the thing you’ve externalized is a part of you on space ship Earth, whether it is apparent or not.
Yes, many self-centered people come about because a parent did not practice boundaries and discipline with their kids. But why is there a need to teach this quality out of a person in the first place? Why are so many humans inherently self-serving to various degrees?
For thousands of years, we’ve built humanity on a system where the extent of success is determined on a person’s ability to step on the throat of their neighbor in order to get ahead. It’s well documented that we’ve built humanity on competition rather than cooperation, and I suspect that this behavior is now tightly woven into the fabric of our DNA. It is in this way that the escape from the hole we’ve dug for ourselves is likened to a rope we’ve weaved and now have to unravel. In this case, the rope is our strands of DNA that are now in serious need of a makeover.
Although I’ve made everything sound very dismal, I do believe there is much hope and that this is not how humans were meant to be. The mere fact that I’m able to sit here and write this is a good sign. In my opinion, the selfishness is largely unintentional, where humans do not know the extent of the impact they have. If it is a behavior learned and adapted over time, it can be unlearned and discarded as well. DNA works like a lock and key system, and once the choice is made to adapt to a changing world, or an evolving consciousness rather, it sets up for the right adjustments to take place.
It is a good sign that I’m able to be here writing this, but an even better sign would be to have readers that can relate to these words. It would be the growth of this blog in terms of likes, comments, shares and subscribers. I’ll continue to commit more time to see this happen, to reach anyone and everyone I can, not just through WordPress but in my every day life, and with the eventual publication of Metanoia. I constantly wonder if there are people out there with similar thoughts and feelings. I know there are but it seems impossible to reach them. The articles and posts that get shared the most are the short, shallow, and relatable items on the internet. These things are not bad, but are not the full extent of what can be thought, felt and dreamt by the mind.
In order to find like minds, or for people who need to read these thoughts and words for whatever reason in their life, I need the help of my readers to share this on whatever outlet is comfortable to them. If you think you know a person who would benefit from one of my posts, or find them interesting, send it to them. If you like any concept that I’ve written about, turn it into your own content for your blog and mention me. What are some experiences that you’ve had on this subject, or what are some insights you’ve come to on your own? I’d genuinely like to know.
That aside, if you are reading this, I love you and thank you.
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One thought on “The Human Condition Is a Disability”
I have had similar feelings when I work hard in life to create a world that is truly kinder and more decent; one that is just a little bit better, one act at a time. I am then saddened or frustrated when I see others who are unable to do this or don’t comprehend the value of it. Although it is hard work, I am trying to understand others, to walk a mile in their shoes before I judge them.
I see people whose acts are mixed. There are several friends I even modeled myself after because I admired their care for their fellow humans; their choice to say “Yes” when asked to lend a helping hand when it would have been much easier and more convenient to say “no.’. I am surprised when I see one of these mentors say something thoughtless or make a mildly cruel choice. I have to remind myself of the imperfection of us all. I try to remember that the wolf who will eventually win the inner struggle we all have between kindness and its opposite will be the one we feed. I see times when I have been selfish or self-serving, thoughtless or rushed and hurtful. I am quite sure there are times when I have been all this and NOT seen it as well. I try to remember that we are all at different stages in our individual, personal evolutions and that it can be a lifelong process. Ultimately, I will attempt to feed the good, kind wolf and I hope the balance will swing strongly that way. I attempt to appreciate the kind acts that have been done towards me and mine and keep my focus there. In The Art of Racing in The Rain, the author says that where the eyes look, the car will follow. What we manifest is before us. There are grand and tiny acts of good and dark acts of evil as well as small unkindnesses. I am trying to train my eyes so that the car will follow. It is not that i won’t see the unkind, the selfish or delude myself to believe that they don’t exist, but I will choose, as much as I am able, to honor the good, the acts which create my gratitude.
Anyhow, just some thoughts spurred on by your post. Thank you and keep writing.
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