A conundrum and a solution

footsteps of the Furies
2 min readMar 23, 2023

March 23rd, 2023

Our culture and politics have become at once universal and yet inaccessible to most of us. We are told we have an option of a democracy, and we are told and will of the majority is binding, but I no longer feel that my voice has any meaning or is heard in any way even on a local level. Allowed participation in goings on of society in words only is just a surrogate of having any say and influence over matters of importance. And I got to the point when I think that accepting that knowledge can be liberating and perversely soothing.

The anonymity of thought and action seems like a very good option. I do think I have a lot of things to say, but talking in vain is tiring and pointless and I have no time for self-righteous but in the end futile actions. My time is precious and limited and I would rather use it for pleasure and fun and discovery and happiness and idleness. Grudgingly, I accept the fact that I won’t change the world and make a lasting impression on it. Or rather — I still might, but it won’t be a major driving point for my actions, and that will bring less frustration — which I don’t need.

Having expectations only toward yourself is very redeeming toward the rest of the world — If I don’t have any high hopes in things around me, I will not be disappointed too much. And I cannot be disappointed in myself since I know that I can always change and work on what I don’t like about myself (only lack of action and resolve can be disappointing) — so this way I will avoid most disappointments lurking around. That is a win-win situation for approaching things over which I have no power or control.

Simplification of needs and wants and hopes toward well-guarded and protected elites can feel like giving up or accepting a status quo. And it is just that, but — since fundamental change is no longer an option I can see or even imagine, I don’t see a need to rush and try to break down the walls separating us from those selected to make rules, hoping that my voice will be heard. I find comfort in the singularity of opportunity to work on the betterment of myself. There is nothing more that I want to spend my energy on.

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footsteps of the Furies

“for they knew what sort of noise it was; they recognize, by now, the footsteps of the Furies”. Enjoying life on the road to recovery. Observing and writing.