“Humans need something to do, someone to love and something to hope for…” recipe for happiness.
I had the most amazing dream the other night. I dreamed everyone was nice to one another. People were having conversations without an anger. I saw smiling and waves as I walked the streets and a part of me said, this is a dream, I’m sure of it.
Then I remembered that in another time and place it was real. There was talk and no yelling. Peace love and rock and roll. Flowers and rainbows. Conversation and no arguing, disagreements in a pleasant manner and people being okay with someone that disagreed with them.
Upon awakening I realized it hadn’t been so much a dream as a memory.
A time when life was quiet and comfortable. I needed to understand why.
So I thought long and hard about what might have happened to change people.
To turn friend against friend, family against family and humans into uncompromising and angry beings.
It took some time, but not all that much once I realized a universal truth.
Happy people don’t lash out.
Being fulfilled creates a peaceful spirit and feeling safe allows for acceptance.
Yet there is so much anger, volatility, resentment and negativity it has literally drown out all the good emotions.
I know Baby Boomers are often accused of sugar coating the past. The back-in-my-day rhetoric is a source of amusement for those unable to relate.
I understand that if one has never experienced an emotion or experience it’s impossible to comprehend.
So I can’t help but have sympathy for generations that can’t remember a time when kindness was the law of the land. When respect for yourself and others ruled the day, and good works and personal achievement were noble goals.
What can be done to return the human race to its former state as human beings?
I’ve given this a great deal of thought. Not because I was elected to office to do so, but because I want to leave my grandchildren a better world.
Politicians are the last people on earth to want to make the world better. Watch their campaign ads and it’s obvious hatred is good for business and they lean into it with all their might.
Politics has become a terminal illness for which there is no cure. The need to blame and vilify has been raised to an art form and people are the victims of this sick and corrupt mentality.
If anyone is offended by my feelings toward politicians, good.
But they are only one part of the problem. There are other reasons for this sudden inability to show anyone grace any longer.
Sadly I must resort to a trite and over simplified cliché, “hurt people hurt people.”
Yes I know, but actually let’s face it, they are overused for a reason, they fit.
Back in prehistoric times when I was growing up, there was a certain vibe in the air. Not loud, but quiet and hovering, like a fluffy white cloud on a perfect summer day.
It was that feeling of acceptance. A certain knowledge that allowed for contentment.
The formula for happiness has never changed. It’s simple and despite the changing times remains a constant.
Humans need something to do, someone to love and something to hope for.
There is peace in purpose. Knowing what is expected of us and others creates a timeline to follow and a path to walk. Life isn’t as fraught with danger when we simply have to put one foot in front of the other and move forward. Belief in the future, despite our inability to actually foresee destiny, dispels uncertainty.
Do our plans always turn out as we envision? Of course not, but usually better things than we’ve planned crop up in their stead. Thus the whole go-with-the-flow mentality is positive and healing.
People with a purpose aren’t bored or unsettled. Okay, to be trite once more, idle hands are the devil’s workshop.
Baby Boomers had a sense of destiny. We grew up in times when hostilities had ended and new life was beginning. Professions and businesses were in their infancy and everyone had a role to play in this new vision for America.
The war had changed everyone and it was now a chance to rebuild the world through hard work and big dreams.
Sure I sound pollyannaish. I get that, but it was calm and safe. There wasn’t constant fear or unrest, but a sameness about each day that was comforting and tranquil. The unrest came later.
There was love and respect for our parents, teachers and one another. We knew right from wrong and understood the meaning of accountability for straying.
I get that it may sound like we were Stepford children, but it was the opposite. Our teachers gave us the facts we needed to think for ourselves and make our own decisions. I imagine that’s what lead to the peace movement in the sixties.
Baby Boomers had all the ingredients necessary to be happy. Purpose, love and hope for a future we could build.
Still, nothing is perfect. There were glitches along the way for sure. We were in many ways pampered, spoiled and our parents wanted us to have great lives. Maybe at times there was an over-abundance of all this love. It did however give us a sense of social compassion for those who needed more than what we were so lucky to have had.
The sixties were turbulent times for our generation. War, civil rights, and assassination. As Bob Dylan wrote, The Times They Are A-Changin’.
We felt unsettled, uncertain and unhappy. Too many succumbed, many overcame. We ultimately plowed through the winds of change with new strength and respect for what we could achieve.
So what went wrong with us and when?
It’s obvious when you hear new generations crying out against work, confused about love, because they are lacking it for themselves, and deriding any hope for the future, unhappiness is inevitable.
All the ingredients necessary to forge a contented human have been cast out in favor of anger and hatred.
Replacing love and purpose with rage and futility is not a formula for a positive outcome.
So what can be done to cure this illness of anger permeating our society?
Could it be so simple as a return to the basics, love purpose and hope? I say yes.
Children must be taught there is nobility in work, there is love in each of us and there is a future if we build it together. It’s the easiest math I’ve ever done. Three simple parts added to create a happy and healthy whole.
Good and evil are movable concepts. They spread and encompass areas dropping specks of emotions on all nearby. No one can deny a bad aura can cover up a good one in no time. Simplistic? Perhaps, or maybe not.
What must we do to begin anew? It’s up to those who remember to pass along those good vibrations to anyone who will listen. And most importantly actually live that peace, love and rock and roll. Then rinse and repeat until we wash away the bad.
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