Too many voices with little to say: Politics matters less and less to me

There was a time when I wanted to change the world through politics. I grew up believing that a great, moral people elected wise leaders, who then made decisions in our best interests. If I could just become one of those leaders, I could change so much and help so many.

But I finally grew up and quit believing in fairy tales.

I’m having more and more and more trouble lately being interested in politics, even enough to write about the subject. If you’re not a partisan of the two major “teams” — and you have no illusion that enough people are going to adopt your ideas to put them into practice — it’s pretty boring to watch the political spectacle. Have you ever tried to separate yourself from the shouting participants in the political process and just observed the way they interact with each other? It’s sickening.

If you’re a part of one side or the other, you imagine that the people on your side are the kinder and more intelligent and more well-meaning. You notice the positive examples of people on your side, but you don’t notice the many angry, hateful people on your own team. On the other side, you see screaming idiots who hate you and don’t have a good bone in their bodies. When you’re caught up in that trap, you have no idea how much the two sides are mirror images of one another.

This world isn’t going to be changed through politics. I’ve made that argument many times here. You either agree with me or you don’t. But for those of us who’ve decided that politics can’t change anything, the question is why we continue to pay even as much attention to the entire slimy mess as we do.

Some people will tell us that if we don’t pay attention to politics, we’re going to be controlled by it. Frankly, you’re going to be controlled by it anyway, so you don’t have any choice in that matter. The honest person who doesn’t believe in the process will either look for a way out or simply ignore the whole thing and concentrate on the things that matter.

And that’s the really interesting question. What are the things that matter? It’s certainly not the shouting idiots on television. It’s certainly not the smooth-talking politicians. So what does matter?

For me, it’s big things and little things. It’s the excitement of joy at experiencing God sometimes. It’s one of my purring cats climbing into my lap and going to sleep. It’s the joy of reading beautifully written words. It’s the voice of a certain woman. It’s the realization of the arrival of email from someone I want to hear from. It’s the hope of maybe becoming the man I was made to be.

It’s listening to people tell me their stories and finding out the things that matter to them. It’s times when I suddenly figure out some truth that’s eluded me. It’s the joy of some piece of art that suddenly means something to me. It’s the times when I can help someone, sometimes just in very small ways. It’s the moments of satisfaction I can have every now and then to feel that someone loves me.

It’s all of those things and a million more things. They’re the things that make life worth living. The further I get from politics, the more I experience these things. The more I have my eyes on the things that matter, the happier I am. The more I have my eyes on politics, the more disgusted and angry and alienated I am.

Lately, I’m more and more interested just in paying attention to the culture around me and to the values and psychology of people. I don’t necessarily like most people most of the time, but maybe I can love them and make the world a better place in small ways even if I don’t especially like them.

You can’t make a difference in the world through politics. You can make a difference in the lives of individuals, even if the society as a whole is too sick to repair. Maybe it’s the best we can do.