“Relax not relapse” Anonymous
The traffic is crazy, the malls are frantic, the banks have closed ranks, the supermarkets are pandemonium and businesses have begun to grind to a halt. Decisions are deferred to the ubiquitous next year and the people …
The people have gone into some kind of spasm…
Yep. It’s that crazy time of year again. Shopping malls are covered in tinsel, Christmas carols waft across the air waves, the media urges us to buy stuff that we don’t want for other people and Christmas parties spew drunken lunatics onto our roads.
The spirit of Christmas present has struck with a vengeance … Yet this year things seem different… or is it just me?
Driving around in the traffic or navigating the shopping malls, dealing with shop assistants, or interacting with people over the past few weeks has been weirdly different in the build up to festive season 2011.
There seems to be an underlying sense of pressure, a seething drive of self-absorption. Many people that I have interacted with seem stressed out of their minds, snappishly trying to find and assert themselves in a world that they feel is somehow sticking it to them. Over reacting, over compensating, over doing it in a panic stricken frenetic bustle of activity. Trying to fill the gaping hole inside with junk from outside.
I first became aware of this last week while I was listening to the news on my favourite channel. Just audible behind the newsreader was music. Music played at such a tinny pulse quickening tempo that I found myself subconsciously speeding up and becoming more and more aggressive in my driving and in the way that I was interacting with the family. It’s everywhere. On the radio, behind the scenes in the shopping malls, in fast food joints, in restaurants, in banking halls and department stores. The same tinny pulse quickening tempo driving us all crazy as it speeds us all up into a frantic self absorbed hustle of last minute shop till you drop activity.
Don’t get me wrong. I would be the last one to begin yelling conspiracy theory, cosmic plot, dastardly alien domination scheme or sinister advertising plot to make us buy more, but something is happening. Or is it just me.
The point here really is that all day long we are impacted on by society, the media, subtle advertising, peer pressure, externally imposed guilt trips and many, many more external influencers. Yet whose life is it really?
Whose life are you living and more importantly, whose life do you want to be living. If the answer to that question is not your own then may I suggest that you have a serious identity crisis.
Wouldn’t it be nice not to have to worry about what everybody else thinks, or wants us to think, say or do? Wouldn’t it be nice to relax into our own story with our own ending?
So why don’t we? For far too many people, the real reason is that the have become so accustomed to living the lie that they have forgotten their own story. They have forgotten that they are uniquely special beings in their own right, deserving of joy, abundance and self determination in their own right.
But … until we wake up to this reality, we are doomed to live the reality imposed on us. Where does this imposed reality come from? Easy … wherever you allow it to come from.
So what are you going to do about it?
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