It’s fun to remember things that happened in our past. Childhood has both good and bad memories but we weed out those things that upset us.
I remember I wanted a two wheel bike. I kept asking my parents for a bike and they gave the usual excuse that it cost too much.
Then on my birthday, I’m guessing it was around eight or nine years old, they blind folded me. When the pulled off the kitchen towel it revealed a red two wheel bike. It had an electric horn and multicolor plastic streamers coming out of the hand grips. Fantastic.
Well, I took off on the bike wobbling along with the training wheels down the street.
I came upon my friend Karl Whitesman, who was autistic. I proudly told him I just got a new bike. He took one look and said, “It’s not new. It’s old.” Old? I looked down and what I thought was a red bike was actually rust.
It was rusted solid including the chrome. My parents must have found it at the bottom of Lake Erie.
A lot of people have a nostalgia, a wish to return to a former time. In most cases that wish, that desire is for a time they will say was simpler. What they really mean to say is there were less choices. Less responsibility. Less awareness. Less acceptance. Less knowledge. Less cognition.
Becoming an adult makes you aware of the reality of life.
If you become an adult.
If you become an adult you are aware you can make mistakes. You can make your life and others happy, sad, terrible, miserable.
It’s your choice.
People don’t like to make choices.
In fact, there are some who actually fear making choices. Fear of making the wrong choice. Fear of judgement. Fear of responsibility. Fear of awareness. Fear of acceptance. Fear of rejection. Fear of knowledge. Fear of cognition.
White House Chief of Staff is essentially the concierge of an administration. They keep the people in an administration up and running.
The other day General Kelly wished for a past when things were sacred.
He obviously was feeling the stress of his moment in time when he wished upon a star to return, that shown so dimly for so many except for white men.
He was trying to defend a man who had broken with the ideal of sanctity a long time ago. He was at odds with the facts both current and of the past he was nostalgic for.
That’s what happens when one wishes instead of doing.
When one is unwilling to accept things as they are. That the universe, the galaxy, the earth, life, the individual all change.
You cannot hold time back from the inevitable change that will occur without your permission.
As it was said by a poet of the recent past, ”Either help or get out of the way when change comes your way.”
Nostalgia at it’s heart is evil. It wants what is the now to not only not change but to reverse and go back from whence it came.
It is divorcing your self from the reality of this universe that everything changes.
The nostalgia Kelly speaks of, repressed women and minorities to all be subservient, to the whims of the white male master of the house.
A simple time for simple minds.
A time when white men did not have to be bothered with worrying they had done something wrong, when in their position, they could never be found wrong.
Time has left some behind the times in which we live. It has left them clutching at a past that will not return. Especially when people of good faith and good hearts unite as we move forward towards the prize.