Realizing that I pretty much write...like I live...for myself, primarily...
Mood:
chillin'
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Topic: policy writing
I think a lot about my place in the world...
Why do I always end up eating so much shit...when I'm so much more genuinely committed to the welfare of others than most people...
Nice guys finish last and all that...
And tonight...watching Some Kind of Monster...and getting some peace with the fact that I want my writing...and my teaching...and my relationships...and my life...as much as possible...to reflect me...the real me...as comfortable as I perpetually feel being and sharing myself...as I really am...
I guess I just realized that...I don't write or teach or do anything for anyone else, primarily, really...
Because if I did...I would expect a lot more money and a more decent and comfortable life than the one I have...if that were the case...
Mowing other peoples' lawns...especially rich peoples' lawns...
I've spent a lot of time asking myself, "Why don't you pursue that stuff like everyone else?"...why do you forgo all that bullshit so you can go and clean up other peoples' messes and prepare the most difficult kids for life?...why do I do this...when I get so little respect for it...and so little money, compared to other professions...and so little decent treatment from anyone who wants to make me feel bad for trying to be so good...because, I assume, they feel so bad for being such shitheads...or maybe it's because they just lack much real perspective on how self-absorbed they really are...
So why do I do it, I'm perpetually asking myself...
And the basic reason that I always come back to is...
Because I want to...
Because I want to be the best person I can be...
Because I care...for whatever stupid, fucked-up reasons...
Even about people...who don't care about me...nearly as much as I care about them...which is most people...probably everyone I know...for whatever stupid, fucked-up reasons...
For whatever reasons...I care about them...I don't always know why...I just do...it's just who I am...I'm not dysfunctional about it, I don't think...if people start to treat me like too much shit...I mosey along my way...and let them figure out their own bullshit on their own...without my help...which is a lot harder than figuring out with my help...though, usually...I'm gone before they figure that out...
So hopefully I leave them with enough wisdom to figure it out, better, on their own...
But I just want to be a genuine person...I don't know why I don't chase the money...or the girls...or the thrills...or the vacations...or the power...or the prestige...or the whatever...more...I just don't...
Because I think there's something to being a decent person...and having some sense of self-respect...and honesty...and being real...and responsible...and being myself...and I just don't know how to live any other way, frankly...because every other way feels fake and fucked up and cowardly...and I just can't do it...
But the truth is...I don't know why I care about being a decent person...in a world where so few people care about it as much as I do...I just do...
I guess...mostly...because I think it matters...whether anyone else does or not...
And I guess...partly...because I figure...surely there's got to be a girl that I can spend my life with...who I can respect as much as I respect myself...and who respects herself that much as well...
And because I have this vague hope...that others will find that kind of courage and the ideas it produces useful...because they've expended all of the other options that don't work as well...
And that some folks will find it as useful...as I first found folks like Abraham Maslow...and Amartya Sen...and Joe Nye...and lots of authors like these ones...who help explain the world, better...that perpetually needs explaining...
I don't know why the world rewards the less meaningful things in life, so much...I imagine because most people have just never figured out the path to a more meaningful or purposeful life...and they reward, more, people who think like them...and like my friends...many of them just don't give much of a shit to...
And I guess the reason why I do...is both because I've had more purpose in my life, up till now...and I know how much better it feels than so many meaningless thrills and bullshit...even as the thrills and bullshit can be kind of fun, too, at times:):):)...
And because for whatever vague reasons...I just think it's better to try to be the best person you can possibly be...even with all the equivocation and bullshit from others...which there is much of...than half-hearting it...as most people do, I think...
Why should people be good in a world which rewards people for being good so little...and so much for being so shitty?...
A society that is more self-actualized, Abraham Maslow argued...like a person...is one that rewards, better, doing good...and its one of the easiest signs of how upside-down a society is compared to one of higher values...
It's a really great question...
Why would people want to be good?...
When it pays off so well...in so many ways...money just being one of the bigger ways...
To be bad...or to be not so great...
I don't really have an answer for that...except some vague notion...some vague faith...that living a life where you try to be the best person you can be...is a better life to live...
I have my mom...and my dad...
My mom...who was/is a good person...but who kind of stagnated...and who I am much less close with, today, and have less respect for than my dad...
And my dad...who made lots of mistakes, when I was a kid...but who took responsibility for them...and kept growing...and who I like better...and respect better...as a consequence...and who was also, probably not coincidentally, much more successful, as well, long term...
And also...because...from a young age...my single most important goal in life...
Was to make life a better place...for everyone...me, included...
And because I so appreciate everyone along the way...who made my life better, similarly...
I guess a lot of people think of that as naive...or sentimental...or weak...or of me as a sucker...or whatever...
And sometimes I agree with them...when I look at what other pathes I passed up...to take the tough one I've taken...
Except...
When I think about meeting a girl like me...
And thinking how much I would respect the living shit out of someone who took my road...and would be thoroughly impressed with a girl who took improving life that seriously...I'd respect a guy like that, too, of course...but I'm looking to love and marry a girl...and have some kids and a family...so meeting a guy I respected like that just wouldn't fit into that particular plan, as well...as much as I would respect the shit out of him, too...
And when I think about how many of the happiest times in my life...have been living life with that kind of purpose...and sharing it with someone else, at least...if not more than one someone elses...
But living it on my own is fine, too, I guess...
I just wish it wasn't so goddamn hard, sometimes...
Or that all this effort -- which is far and above what most people give to life -- would be rewarded better...
But instead...all I get, lately...is a lot of people's bullshit...with very little appreciation for my efforts, at all...not that I'm whining...I just get a little overwhelmed with it, sometimes...
I don't believe in God...or an afterlife...not as an entity...or as a place...so I don't think that there's some kind of heavenly reward waiting for me, at some point...
It's just that...for whatever reasons...I've internalized these values...the values of decency...and compassion...and love...and forgiveness...and intelligence...and honesty...and integrity...and loyalty...and independence...and courage...and strength...and hope...and appreciation for life as it is...not just for what I want it to be...and doing everything in my power to be good...and be the best person I can be...
At some level...I think it's in our best interests...in the long run...even as it has led to some pretty shitty circumstances for me, at times, as I've traded off comfort...so many times...for doing and being my best...
But I have to admit that my faith has been challenged in the last three years...since leaving school...in the last four years...since losing Brandi...than it's ever been challenged before, in my life...
I don't know...
I just do...
I've just always tried to be my best...and I've just never stopped doing that...and I do it more the older and, I hope, wiser I get...
But maybe it's not so wise...
Maybe I'm just bullshitting myself...
Maybe people like me are just bullshitting themselves...
And what I should have done...is started a metal band...and been the best goddamned rock vocalist and guitarist I could be...and if possible...that could be...and fucked a lot of groupies...and made them do all kinds of fucked up stuff for me...did a lot of drugs...and got drunk and high as much as possible...and played a lot of music...in front of millions of cheering fans...and made a shitload of money...to have whatever my heart's desire...and maybe springboard an acting career...and maybe a political career, out of that...
And just generally hopped onto as many gravy trains as I could get my greedy little hands on...
Maybe that would have been...would be...a better path...
Something tells me it wouldn't have been...wouldn't be...
But maybe it would have been...
Maybe the reason why it pays better to be an asshole...or why it pays so little to be noble...
Is because what the human race needs more of...is assholes...not nice guys...
It does seem like that much of the time...
And definitely many of my friends think that is the better path...
And that I'm naive and a sucker for thinking otherwise...
And my life does not, at all, seem like some testament to the fact that being the best person you can be pays off, at this point...maybe it won't ever be...
Abraham Maslow taught, perhaps all his life...I haven't read his biographies close enough, at this point, to know...but he taught most of his life, at least...at Brooklyn College...some small, dinky college in New York...
He wasn't rich, as far as I know...his niece, in one account I've read, did sue over the use of some of his ideas and/or writings, in the name of his estate...I agree with the guy who wrote about it that this was very much out of keeping with the spirit Abraham Maslow's work...and a crazy and sad irony for the legacy of a man so dedicated to dealing with people with more decency, kindness, love, and generosity...
He was just this decent guy...who wrote...for the benefit of people who might learn something from his work...which is some of the finest work in psychology in the twentieth century...and in the history of psychology...and humanity...as far as I'm concerned...
Why?...why do it?...
I'm sure that's what many of my friends ask...not really of themselves...since many of the friends I'm thinking of haven't choose this path, really...and not really of me...since we've never had that conversation...
But just generally...
Why would so many people choose to be such suckers?...they gotta ask themselves...
Why would so many people...choose to do work...where they know they won't be rewarded for it, very well...where lots of people shit of them...both every day...and just generally...in how much they bitch and complain...about how everything they do perpetually falls short of some demanded ideal...where they are so little appreciated...concretely, at least...appreciated abstractly...but less, day to day...
Where the rewards for the work just seem so non-existent...in so many ways...compared to a million other options...all over the place...
Why do so many people...sign up to be...teachers...professors...scientists and researchers...military service-people...police officers...politicians (though there is some money in this line of work, apparently, that goes with all that power)...diplomats...missionaries...civil service professionals...non-profit professionals...
Public servants...of one stripe or another...
Why do people choose to do this work?...
When the rewards are so low?...and the treatment is so poor?...
Why do they do it?...
And the only answer I can give on some days...is...
A sense of purpose...
A sense of hope, maybe...
A sense that you are doing good in the world...
Sounds pretty circular, doesn't it?...
I guess...either you buy it...or you don't...
Either you buy that it's a good thing to do good in the world...
Or you don't...
And it's very dissappointing, I have to say...to find out how many people choose the latter...or choose something in between the two...
I guess we all kind of exist somewhere between these two choices...
Believing that it matters to do good in this world...
And not believing it...
I try to spend as much as my time with the first sentiment as possible...but I spend enough time in that second feeling, as well...
And I don't always know why...
I guess just on faith...
Why, I don't know, much of the time...
I wish I could be more definitive than that...
But that's how I really feel much of the time...
Even as someone who dedicates almost all of his life...to doing good...and making the world better...
Integrity involves a lot of voluntary sacrafice, much of the time...and I don't always know why...
I just do it...on faith...and because the things I care about...seem to work out better...when I do...
Some days I wish I could just wish away all the problems in the world...as so many people do...or try to do...
But...usually...I just keep working constructively...on building a better world...with hopes that maybe it will be better in my own lifetime...and maybe it will be better in my children's lifetime...and maybe that will matter to someone...one day...
It would be nice to think that this would be today...or tomorrow...or every day...
But then that feeling...always gets interrupted...by sorry realities that I have no control over...an aggressive bill collection effort...a utility bill I can't pay...an overbearing or controlling or passive-aggressive or petty boss or co-worker...the knowledge that someone I know has it better than me...no matter how much more work I've put into taking on the real challenges of this life...
It weighs on me...often...and not always with easy answers...unfortunately...
And mine will either be the memoir of some pathetic idealogue...who could never quite figure out he was wrong...or of a person of some thought and wisdom, I hope...who, like almost everyone, really...lives a life with too much inequity, much of the time...even as it also holds much joy and love and compassion and decency and wisdom...as well as some fun and good times, as well...in a world that is, hopefully, always striving for more equity...to always be better...even if it strives ever so slowly, sometimes...and very little, if at all, at other times...
It is painful to think of life, this way, sometimes...
And it is life...for me, anyway...and I would suspect for everyone, at some level...
And when it is painful...like now...I just sit with the pain...and wait for it to pass...or try smoking it away with a cigarette...which doesn't really work any more, these days...
And hope that it makes me stronger and better for it...
And that is life...I think...
But perhaps I should consider my other options, more, as well:):):)...
I should get to bed:):)...
Hope everyone is doing well:)...
Love,
Ben
Posted by benfrankln
at 11:00 PM CST
Updated: Wednesday, 16 November 2005 10:58 AM CST