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The age of crazy

There’s something to be said for the role time plays in allowing us to problem-solve. Many of my conversations at the moment seem to be highlighting the fact that this year has brought about a more acute 2020 vision than they could ever have imagined. (All puns and inferences intended.)

For all the lockdown, slow-down, hand-brake whiplash we’ve experienced this year, I’m still not convinced our world has learned too much. Yet. We’ve got our foot flat on the accelerator trying to get economies and livelihoods back up and running… or sprinting… or flying.

Now don’t get me wrong, I am not suggesting the opposite. We’re designed to work, and I am not afraid of hard work. Ask my wife.

However, the general consensus among psychologists is that we’ll only really understand this year in the months and years to come with hindsight. The repercussions of this year are still unfolding.

My futuristic obsession often causes me to stumble. At the beginning of lockdown, I had one particular day when I remember feeling completely overwhelmed. And frightened.

(No doubt you had your moments too. Turns out, we’re not all so different after all.)

Part of my own anxiety was coming to the realisation of looking at our lives and asking the question: “Is this it?”

If the world is ending, is this what my time on earth has amounted to? If I’m done here, what have these last 39 years meant? I look at the generations before me and how they’ve all lived their lives, and then taken stock, and certain phrases started to haunt me: “Enjoy it because it goes so quick” and “Before you know it”…

It was a difficult period. Something was not right with my soul.

How about you? How’s your soul post-lockdown?

I read this account of an American devotional writer once visited Africa. While there, she engaged with a group of carriers and guides. Hoping to make her journey a swift one, she was pleased with the progress of the many miles they covered on the first day. On the second day, though, all the carriers she had hired remained seated and refused to move. She was greatly frustrated and asked the leader of her hired hands why they would continue their journey. He told her that on the first day they had travelled too far too fast, and now they were waiting for their souls to catch up with their bodies.

The difference between these jungle tribesmen and most of the Western world, is that they understood what was needed to restore life’s balance.

Post lockdown, these are my thoughts. I am trying to restore life’s balance.

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