I keep wanting to do something. To react. To hit back at those who “have done this to us”. My father’s very different perspective on the Brexit vote is bringing out the child in me. I want to cry, or scream, or throw my toys out of the pram.
But of all the articles I have read over the past couple of days the one by Umair Haque that I shared yesterday comes closest to my own feelings. The problems we have to fix aren’t “out there”. They never have been. Fixing “them” is never the solution. It’s a displacement activity. It keeps us busy and shields us from the truth. Our truth.
“This is big karma. We have stepped on each other for too long, and now we ask: who broke us?
We did. We broke our very own hearts, spirits, minds. And now we are broken people, who cannot even see the most obvious thing of all.
You don’t have to do anything. There’s nothing to do. Just see it. Really be aware for the first time of all this. And then you will be able to live in a truer way.
You feel powerless to change anything. I see an age so blind it can’t see the simplest truth of all. Just change yourself. Then the world will change one tiny miracle at a time.”