I kept thinking this week about the scenario I mentioned a few days ago about slaves wanting to escape. It occurs to me that this metaphor works for many of the situations in our lives. What lessons can we draw from it?
My mind keeps going back to those plantation slaves a couple of centuries ago. There were many of them. There were few people guarding them. Why didn’t more of them escape? Or at least make serious attempts?
The answer I keep coming to disturbs me, because it condemns me for things I’ve done at various points in my own life — maybe even including the present — because it suggests that the reason is fear and a cowardly need to be certain. Escaping doesn’t come through fear or chasing certainty. It comes from exercising openness and faith. Most of us are naturally afraid of the uncertainty in the distance, so we cling to whatever kind of bondage we’ve gotten ourselves into.
There are a lot of things I’m not certain about. In fact, “I don’t know,” is something I say frequently — and I’m comfortable with that. I know that if I insist on certainty before I take a risk, I’m dooming myself to a kind of misery stuck with what I have. I say that because I’ve done it before.
What if we’re more talented than our inner fears allow us to admit?
Happy birthday to the monkeys; we’re marking two years today
Does Ron Paul lead in Iowa? Does it matter for the long term if he does?
When Demopublicans and Republicrats clash, you lose
I’m looking at myself in mirror and asking difficult questions
If you’re driven to create beauty, you’re an artist — like it or not
Creating work that I’m proud of gives me elusive feelings of joy
A culture which defines itself by consumption has lost its values