The National Debt is like a bolder we push down the road,
when we grow old and tired we hand off the job to our kids. When they turn around
and question the reason why we do this, the parents become the slave drivers,
as their parents had been to them. They become crass, and feed the lines they
were fed:
“This is the way it has to be.”
“Freedom isn't free.”
“We have to fall in line to make the machine work.”
Sometimes we all need to be reminded of our rebellious
spirit; left back on the playground. Conformity can be more dangerous the
anarchy. It can indoctrinate us into all manner of things. Simply because we do
not pay attention. Going along with the daily grind, in a state of miserable
slumber unaware of the crumbling world around us. Conformity is slavery’s best
friend. It willfully leads its victims into seemingly inescapable scenarios,
but the reality is there is always an escape if you choose not to participate.
I am reminded of a day I went out to water my garden. On
approach to the little garden I had planted in my back yard I noticed a
squirrel standing on the ground staring up at me. He panicked, as expected, and
took off right into a loose roll of chicken wire fencing. I had left the loose
roll of chicken wire fencing standing next to the garden, after removing my
failed cucumber plants it was meant to support, as I figured out what I could
use it for next. The squirrel darted back and forth in the fencing, to my astonishment,
it seemed he did not know he could go back the way he came, or climb up it. It
was if his fear had locked him into an endless back and forth cycle. I slowly
approached the fencing, and began to unravel it. As I did, the squirrel in his
panic darted up the fence towards my hand, which I jerked back, since I did not
know if he intended to bite me. He then climbed back down the fence and
continued running back and forth. It seemed that his fear again had overruled
his critical thinking. There he was at the top of the fence, and he could have
escaped, but he chose to head back to the false sense of safety he found with
the fence. I finally was able to get, for the most part, the fence unrolled;
just as I did the squirrel looked up seeing the top of the fence he began to
climb up the middle. He then, jumped off and headed up the nearest tree; his
driver for freedom overriding his sense of fear. The moral of this story, is to
not be trapped by the illusions of boundaries that do not exist.