It sounds harsh. But when it comes down to it, I think its Scott Pilgrim vs. The World. Or rather…You vs. the World. It has nothing to do with Scott Pilgrim. Michael Cera? Maybe…but thats another discussion.
Its you against the world. The world isn’t going to mollycoddle you or give you a leg up. Mother Earth gave you all your handouts at birth when she decided your race, gender, and socio-economic status of your household. Of course, that can give you a huge advantage, but really…from there on, you’re on your own. Now, I don’t think she’s being harsh about this. Its just more of the “you burn your hand on the hot stove and you’ll learn not to do it again” parenting method. She’s essentially letting us run our own lives. She’s less a benevolent, protective parent, and more a playmate, an equal, a reckless child in need of our protection and friendship as much as we are in need of hers. Less a Grandmother Willow and more a Robin Goodfellow, by no means mean-spirited, but certainly in no position to play nanny to all of creation.
Benevolent parent-God aside, the world and its creator are two-distinct issues. Personally, I think God leaves a lot up to us, as well. But regardless of your feelings on the issues of prayer, answered prayer, and God’s responsiveness to our petitions, I think God’s deepest, and most important, gift is Love. God loves us, yes, but also shows us that love is possible and teaches, implores, and commands us to love one another. In deed and in truth. God is love. So love drives our world.
So, yet again, I ramble back to the point. You’re alone in the world. How depressing. But also how freeing. Its not up to anyone else to decide who you are. To say what really matters in your life. To say how you should feel or what you should love. And we give up that right to name ourselves frequently. We want someone else, anyone else to take the responsibility for us, take the weight of that burden off our shoulders. But its ours to carry. And life just gets confusing when give that up. Either no one steps in to fill that void and we’re left in deeper loneliness and confusion or the wrong persons steps in and we’re left broken and abused. It’s no one else’s right to name us. And it’s not our right to name anyone else. All we’re given is the responsibility to know ourselves and love one another. You don’t have the right to define anyone, just to love them. We shape each other, without a doubt, that is a matter of course. Like a river rolling over stones until they are smooth. But the river and the stones are existing without thinking of changing one another. Simply the nature of their being makes that happen. The stones by their nature of being, solid and unmoving, shape the river’s course. The river, by its nature of running, moving, smooths the stones. But never has a rock said to a river, “your rapids are wrong. can’t you just stand still?”
You may be a rock, you may be a river, you may be a hundred million different things, all at once. But the point is, you are you. And no one else has the right to change that. And very few people want to. We’re all too caught up in ourselves. In proving ourselves to a world that, frankly, doesn’t care your occupation or your pant size. So love. Love yourself and love the world. Love whatever you can today whether its the weather or a cup of coffee. The world isn’t against you. And when it is? Well, there are a limited number of fucks that can be given, so don’t waste one.