What if we understood

We are at a time when information is everywhere. There is little that escapes the attention of the masses. We are also at a time when opinions are everywhere. Yet even with an abundance of opinions and information, understanding is scarce. 

Where is our understanding? Where is the humanity that says, one human to another, I understand? Our problems and opinions are not alien to one another. It is not that we can't understand, but understanding is a choice. 

What would happen if we began to understand each other? To know that what is human is something we can comprehend? What if we didn't care what flag someone waves, who they love, what they worship, look like, smell like, think like, talk like? 

What if on the street corner I said, "I see you." And what if on that street corner you responded, "I am seen." What if I said "I hear you" and you responded "I am heard." What if I said "I know you" and you responded "I am known." What if I said to you, "I get you" and you responded "I am understood." 

What if we took time to hear, to speak, to see, to know, and to understand? We may not like some humans. We certainly may not agree with people that think differently than we do. But what would happen if we sought to understand them, who they are, and what they care about? Would that really be such a bad thing? I think that would make the world a much better place. 

The challenge of tomorrow

When I wake up in the morning, before my feet hit the floor I am strategizing. I begin each day with considerations, concerns, and contingencies. Before I’ve brushed my teeth, taken a shower, and had my breakfast I have spent incredible amounts of energy trying to plan for, and avoid, anything that could go wrong. It is exhausting.

In the morning before my eyes have fully opened I have already started running. I’ll run from sadness, pain, disappointment, and discomfort. The intention, is that if I can avoid those things, then I will experience joy, laughter, excitement, and fulfillment. That’s not how it works. Progress is the only treatment for entropy. It is only when we stop looking behind us and start looking in front of us that we will ever get to where we are going.

Someone told me one time, “you know Caleb, there are people that get out of bed every day, get ready, and go about their business, without trying to control any of it?” I didn't understand how that was possible before, but tonight I watched Disney’s “Tomorrowland” and while I’m not sure the film itself is transformative, I certainly believe its message is. The movie is, in short, a story of what is and what could be. The core of what I came to understand the film to say was this; “Running from something will never get you anywhere, running to something will get you everywhere.

Running from something will never get you anywhere, running to something will get you everywhere.

The challenge with this idea, is that while hindsight might be 20/20, it is arguably the most common activity within the human experience. If we accept that there is not point, then what is the point? Entropy is a self-fulfilling prophecy. If we limit ourselves to what we can see with perfect vision, then we will only see what has been, or what can go wrong. Then the things that we are focused on will become our reality, we will bring about our own death by accepting it's inevitability. However if we look at what can be, then we can move forward towards hope and what can be. What is more, if we broaden our perspective, then not only will we see what can be for ourselves, but also for the people around us. 

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. said this; “An individual has not started living until he can rise above the narrow confines of his individualistic concerns to the broader concerns of all humanity.”

The world needs dreamers, and dreamers need each other. 

The world needs dreamers and dreamers need each other. The world needs people who are willing to rise above the confines of their today, and even their tomorrow. When you survey the state of affairs that we live in, you have a choice. On one hand, you can see death and destruction, on the other, you can see promise and possibility. The choice is not about focusing on one, and avoiding the other; ignorance only breeds foolishness. The choice is about seeing what is, and deciding how to respond.

I spent so much time each morning trying to control and plan because I was convinced that my failure was inevitable, and so I needed to minimize my pain any way I could. I was wrong. Inevitability is the birthplace of desolation, but it is an easy place to be, because what is inevitable only exists tomorrow, it doesn’t ask anything of you today.  

If you survey the world, you will see death, but you will also see hope. That is the choice I am going to make, to see both and to do whatever I can, however I can. I’ve realized I’m tired of waiting for someone else to do it for me. I will leave you with this quote from the film...

“Have you ever wondered what would happen if that smartest, most creative people in the world actually decided to change it?” 

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*NOTE: While I would love to take credit for all of these thoughts and ideas on my own, I can't. I have wonderful people around me that are much smarter than I am. While the impact, and realizations are my own, it wouldn't be without their help, love, support, and brilliant ideas that I would have ever come to any conclusions. They know who they are, and I cannot repay or thank them enough for their support. Seriously, they are some of the best people anyone could ever know. 

*NOTE: Pairing the MLK Jr. Quote with the concepts in Tomorrowland wasn't my idea either, again I'm surrounded by people that are brilliant. 

1+1=3?!?

Since when did 1+1=3? 

Over the past few months, I keep encountering situations where people are hoping against hope that if they will it strongly enough they can add 1 and 1 together and get a different result. That somehow, even though 1+1=2, if we try hard enough, believe strongly enough, and just think it's the right thing badly enough 1+1 will equal 3. 

Is this ideal a new human phenomenon? Or have we always believed that we could do the impossible? I am all for challenging yourself, I support perseverance, and I am not a fan of giving up. But 1+1 isn't 99% "3", it's 100% "2" - and it always will be. What is it that makes us believe the impossible and illogical? Is it our culture? Our humanism? Our faith? 

What makes us think we can keep doing the same thing and expect a different result?

What makes us believe that we can be anything more than who we are? That we can be smarter or dumber or prettier than the genes in our DNA dictate?

Where did we get the notion that people aren't typically selfish and proud? 

I'm really tired of playing games with people where they expect an impossible outcome, and I'm tired of playing them with myself. I know that I have unreasonable expectations, but how do we revisit our math and realize where we are trying to solve a problem that isn't solvable or get an answer that will never be true? 

How do we move forward when all we have is 1+1 and all we need is 3? 

Love

"They say it's better to have loved and lost.

But under what delusion could the cost of loosing be worth it?

Especially while never having loved at all won't cause you to fall on your face in sorrow. 

Love is not borrowed and returned, it's not a book with pages you can turn, and it isn't a treat to consume. 

Love is a cost. It's a price that you pay, it's a choice to say that they're worth your everything. 

Love is laying your chest bare, sharpening the blade and handing someone the hilt, and with guilt asking "please don't   kill me." 

Love is messy. Our philosophy and poetry makes us think it's a novel token, yet our culture has broken our expectations and warped our consideration of the crushing cost of our affections. 

Casually spoken, I love you, has turned us inward on ourselves, as a statement of status instead of surrender. 

Spoken in truth, I love you, turns outward and it turns us inside out, spilling the doubt in our words and revealing the intensity of our victorious defeat.  

Love goes first, it runs into the fire, not because love doesn't let you get burned, but because you yearn for the one behind the flames. 

Love lays down. Not without a fight but only to win, because it's goal is not supremacy, but intimate, vulnerability. 

Love lasts. Not because of an eternal flame or efforts to maintain a spark, but because love looks into the dark and makes the choice to push forward. Because true love is just as much a choice as it is a voice reassuring your decision. 

Love hurts. Always. Because there is always cost, so lost love never goes away, and the burn stays as a reminder of what you've given, what you've promised, and how you've risen to heights above only to lay yourself down below their blade. Even when no longer threatened, you can still feel the weapon you handed over pointing at your heart, because no measure of apartness can ever win it back. 

Never loving at all always lets you stand tall - proud, and you can proclaim that your whole. 

But unless you've loved, you won't ever know loss, and without loss you will never know the cost of their heart and the joyous pain of your own, reminding you that it's still beating. "

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