By now I’m sure that you’ve heard about my generation. We’ve grown up hearing that we’re all special and now we are uniquely unequipped to deal with the harsh realities of the world. You’ve heard that we’re technologically addicted and we exist in a word that is increasingly physically cramped and more and more spiritually and emotionally isolated. The beauty of info-share and the slavery of the baud rates suffuse our lives. The newspapers have told you that we’re happy to pose and preen and pretend to be either corporate or counter culture but we’re really just riding on coat tails. That we are too concerned with the creation of our own separate “public” selves to cultivate a private one. I will admit that I have met my fair share of shallow people, but they don’t seem to be limited to the under thirty-something set. There are people who certainly believe that for them the rules do not apply. However I think that it has more to do with the fact that these few (yes few) are crippled by their own hand. Mostly, I am surrounded by people who are desperately trying to do the right thing in a world that is changing so rapidly that the older people that we would have followed don’t even know what to do. Sometimes we are forced to move blindly, and that can look like floundering to some people, even if at the end of the day we’ve moved forward after some sideways shuffling. People forget I think, that this is an untrodden landscape. That the end times have come and gone and that this is the world that we have to forge on our own. And there are no straight answers. And there are no straight paths. And that being a settler in an alien terrain is dangerous, especially when you don’t know what to pack.
Here is my list:
Bring your ideals
Bring compassion
Bring practicality
Bring patience
Bring hope
Bring vigilance
Bring strength
Bring spirit
Bring humility
Bring stewardship
Bring energy
Bring self evaluation
Bring love
Get down
.move.
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