The Ability to Choose

You get to choose, every day. It’s depressing when it feels like the world is choosing something for you, like you have no control over your life. But you do. You decide what has been, what is, what will be. Human life is startlingly short if we’re worried about whether we can retire on a million dollars, which is a stupid question. Right now is all we really have. How many times do we have to hear this before it sinks in and we make art? We get to tell ourselves what every “now” means. Why aren’t we telling ourselves more often that we’re amazing?


A Thought About Protean Human Nature

Regarding my dream from last night: I don’t remember exactly what it was but, when I woke up, I remember having the idea that no one is all one thing.  We might say someone is a fool, but really that is inaccurate.  What we are really saying is that we see them acting foolish in a given context.  In other ways and situations, they may be very wise and effective.

People are not all one thing all the time.  Rather, they are complex and ever-changing.  What does this mean?  I think it means that judgments are rooted in circumstances.  The conclusions we draw about people and the world (and therefore of ourselves) must be relative to who we are—which is to say, where and when we are, our positionality—in space and time.

Again, I confront the idea that human nature is more becoming than being.  And I wonder about all the times I formed value judgments about people, places, and events as if I understood the totality of those things, completely failing to account for their inherent changeability.