What am I? Who am I? Why am I? The litany of frustration….
Simple questions with magnitudes of depth. What I am is a collection of atoms. I am an organism of the Earth. I am a human. All those descriptors are just that, descriptors. They are correct, but do they actually convey what I am? The question of ‘what I am’ might also be answered as I am the unknowable. The same answer could be applied to the who I am, and the why I am…. and that may leave you frustrated. Am I saying there aren’t any answers and we just flail about blindly on this walk through life? That is one possibility.
The notion that we should be able to know the answers to these simple questions, that there should be some means to intellectualize a solution, comes almost without effort.
It is our way to explain, to categorize, to lump things together, to split things apart. How else does one answer any question other than to use the tools we have created to measure, to define, to make sense of the world around us…? Does not our understanding come through using a criteria that we’ve laid out? Is even the bastion of science immune, for is science anything more than a human construct? Are not all the hypotheses, the tests, the theories anything more than tools we use to understand ourselves and the world around us?
Such pondering can leave you frustrated, and what is frustration but an emotional response?
It happens when we are blocked from reaching a desired outcome. Note desired outcome. We want to have an answer, and when we don’t we react emotionally. So, we create rules, laws, and methods of engagement to distract us from our state of frustration, to help us achieve our desires. It drives us. We don’t need to have running water in our homes, yet the frustration of going to an actual water source and getting a drink every time we were thirsty drove us to invent plumbing. We don’t need homes, yet depending on natural locations to shelter us was frustrating and so we built hovels, houses, and igloos.
We don’t need government, but dealing with all the other people in a community frustrated us. We trade real conditions for created conditions which are less frustrating, like Rules Of Order to conduct meetings. What cosmic ill might befall us if we chose to let chaos reign at our next board meeting? Very likely no cosmic ill will befall anyone, but it will almost certainly be frustrating.
Why is there such an aversion to frustration?
Why do we seek to streamline, to order, to impose our desires on ourselves and the world around us? What if we simply accept life as it is…? Acceptance is not a strong suit of modern humans. We did not accept that being born without wings meant we could never fly. We would not accept that we could not enter the cold vacuum of space. We would not accept that thousands of people would always die from small pox.
Oddly enough, many people are willing to think of themselves as better than someone else by virtue of racism, gender discrimination, sexual orientation, or income. They accept bigotry because it helps them be less frustrated about their desire to be superior.
What I’m saying here is bigotry is not natural, not organic, and is definitely a very questionable GMO. We created it to hold power over someone else. This is something we should all be frustrated about, but I must guess that not everyone has a desire to accept each other as they are.