I’ve made an awful lot of incorrect assumptions about women in my lifetime.
Maybe it’s just that time of year again, but I find that existential curiosities abound in the darker, shorter days of wintertime. I look at the world, and see that the majority of the dominant species seem intent on self-termination, while an increasingly awake and aware collective is emerging that might save us all from ourselves. I wonder, where do I fit in to all this? Why am I here? Who am I… really?
We often talk about a “better world,” but very few if any of us really know what that means. We just know that something feels wrong, and that it doesn’t have to be this way.
I take in a lot of information from a lot of different sources, and I try to remain open to things that aren’t immediately interesting or exciting to learn or hear about or explore — such as contrasting perspectives that feel “off” or otherwise grind against my sensibilities, values, or beliefs.
Isn’t it strange that our laws and statutes are enacted to allegedly protect the majority from the vastly less significant minority — those of a criminal or distorted character and propensity — who would engage in or profit from exploiting an otherwise open system of commerce, education and governance?