I’m A Dinosaur

You’ve heard about the asteroid that’s orbiting the earth. It’s due to pass very close to and possibly even hit our planet in seven years time. Potentially causing a lot of damage.

It’s alright though. The good folks at NASA (other space programmes are available) have got it all in hand. We should be OK. And anyway, it’s only got a one in forty five chance of hitting us. Those are good odds.

If I’m A Dinosaur, sixty six million years ago, I wouldn’t have the luxury of all this. I would have been blissfully unaware of the meteorite that was about to arrive, putting an end to my existence, and to that of all my dinosaur buddies, give or take the odd flying relative.

I’m not a dinosaur though. And I’m aware of a whole lot more than he or she was ever capable of knowing.

But, for the vast majority of the time, in our information overload world, I might possibly be better off making like a dinosaur. Because the vast majority of that “knowledge”, which I keep dipping into (it’s hard not to) doesn’t change a dang thing.

Except that it contributes to me becoming a more anxious, fearful and reactive human being. The sort who is less likely to act and do good in the actual domain where I can make a difference.

Global awareness is potentially going to be a very positive thing in the future. But I have to ask myself if it actually leads to me personally leading a better life today. All the online evidence, and the evidence inside my head, and in my day to day experience, suggests not.

So though my own way might not be very T-Rex, I’m still inclined to aim, like the big fella, for keeping things simple.

Peace of mind and daily attempts to be kind. Here, where I am.

That, for me at least, is often a big enough challenge.