History is not the past. It is the present. We carry history with us. We are our history. In other words: You’re a product of your environment. Now that term is usually relegated to people from low-income, crime-infested areas…but why? We all are a product of our environment.Your existence is an amalgamation of every triumph, every hard-won battle, every person who had an idea and massaged it, and had the courage to use it to change the world.
Every person who survived slavery, Mughal and the British, to the Trail of Tears, wars…and passed their dreams on to you—of love, of hate. Yup, you are also the product of the other: Of silence, of apathy, a school built on stolen ground. Of women, a parent, grandparent, ancestor who suppressed dreams and ideas, who died with lost potential and horrific memories of sexual assault, mental illness, who didn’t feel good enough, or pretty enough or ENOUGH. Even your anxiety is part of your history…and yet here you are. Privileged, blessed…to do…what?There are two roads that I see that people usually take: The choice to think that your path is all about you and your success, how high you can climb in your career and your status.
Or, the so-called “save the world”(i.e Vasudev Kutumbakam) approach, where you have a vision for the world and, by God, you will change it because you’re different. The first road requires you to mistake your presence for the event, to be in complete denial; and, the second requires you only to deny the really bad stuff. It requires you to forget ideologies, “but maybe I’ll take the cultural ideologies because it pertains to me.” Forget any evidence in my family of mental illness, of violence. Forget anything in me that will get in the way. Forget my fear, my pain. BOTH dead end. Both result in well-intentioned, very bright, enthusiastic people doing NOTHING.
