“… the population suffers from a fear of change, and challenging one’s belief system usually ends in insult and apprehension, for, being wrong is erroneously associated with failure — when, in fact, being proven wrong should celebrated, as it is elevating someone to a new level of understanding, furthering awareness…” — Peter Joseph
I realise that a great deal of the writing I’m yet to post here concern a lot of things that I probably shouldn’t cover without some personal context; without at least a brief introduction to how I’ve arrived where I have and why I’m even interested in some of these things in the first place.
Instantly, I’m taken right back to a vague, fragmented memory going way back to Year 3 in primary school, so I was probably about 8 or so. A teacher was telling us about “The World”, what’s expected of us, how we’ll eventually go off to work and earn money. I can’t remember exactly what she was talking about, but I remember my reaction being one of confusion. There was something about the things she said that didn’t make sense. They struck me as somehow wrong, although I was so young that I had no framework with which to interpret or express this feeling.
Incidents like this would happen at scattered intervals over the years, and usually only when adults were telling me about the world or giving me non-answers to explain away my annoying curiosities. Still, as the years were passing, it was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore just how much was striking me as ‘wrong’ or ‘off’ about the way life itself was being presented to me.
There was something I used to call a “social conscience” developing within me. By the time I was 15 or so, I was starting to become unhappy with the world around me and I had nowhere to channel that. The extent of my political knowledge was that, every few years, my parents would vote on something; a new name, a new face, and that the people who were the supposed leaders of the country would argue with each other like children and I could watch that on TV if I wanted.
Although I didn’t like it, politics seemed like the way to get things done.
“Man-made laws are attempts to deal with occurring problems, and, not knowing how to…