Thursday, August 4, 2011

Playing conformist and docile activist

I like to think I’m a martyr. That I chose the 9-5 to learn all about it from the inside.

You have to learn about systems in order to break them, I said.

Again and again.

Rules and regulations.

Again and again.


This is good.


Then one by one my friends left their jobs, homes, and even their beds.

I became angry with them – it’s a privilege I said.

You don’t see single moms or dads droppin the cubby for the treehouse in Panama

Wait til your teeth fall out, sure, try out that dentist in Thailand

You tore your ACL, trust that therapist in Mali?


It’s a privilege I said.

A privilege to take risks,

A privilege to dump all your shit there

To leave it here.

To say you don’t need it.

Because it’s cheaper there?


I am happy.


One by one they left.

For adventure, for love, for creativity, for challenge.

For something more, for less…for insights

and less burdens.

For likes, for dislikes.

For arms outstretched, wide.


It’s a privilege I said.

Would you leave if your mum had cancer?

If your dad left your mum?

If you had a whole family of 5? Trust the schools in Mozambique?


This is good for me.


I work 9-5 so my mom can tell her mother in 5-9 words what the hell I do and for who and where.

No more, peace corpse where?

I am a martyr you see?


Isn’t it clear, that I’m giving up the dream?

The dream to be me?


I wish I could share with you…

the icons I click

the buildings I climb

the paper I print

the lights that turn on

and the air con that runs.


Because my parents will one day be old.

Because I need to explain. In words.

Because the paint will dry out

My hands will tire out

Their eyes and ears will no longer grasp,

the fight and the flight

of tripscollaborationscompostingmultimediacommunityasedprojectsjewelrycollectionsculpturegardenbicycleridehomebrewvacationssushisushisnowboardsoymilkcoffee

Soar.


I am learning.


How many others’ beds will we sleep on

Before we buy our own

How many beds will we give away

Before we keep our own


I am aware.


Can an activist be in repose?

At least for a while

A short while…



Long enough to enjoy her gym membership?


Yes, I know.

This life of mine, it is a privilege.