I am quite fed up with all the under delivering politics – and failed citizenship for what that matters…
In the end, politicians are just as good as their voters, aren’t they?
We sit on our couches and think we are the best people to judge a sports person’s wrong move. We would have done it better, for sure. We don’t like our politicians and yet we vote for the same old dysfunctional constellations of people, or even worse ones.
Where is active citizenship? Where is the drive to shape our lives with our own means? I am not necessarily taking about being behind the barricades, or doing anything unlawful. I am talking about actively working within and for our communities, taking steps towards building a better life. Claiming ownership over processes and outcomes.
I believe that politics the way we know them are obsolete; I daresay even dead: The blue, the green, the red. The right, centre and left. Colour-codes and traffic signs that segregate us into sheepish followership.
The world does not need heroes, or great acts of sacrifice. No, the world needs many people who will dedicate some of their idle time on things constructive for their own and other people’s benefit.
Reaction is not action. Choosing something because you are cornered by an alternative option that you think is bad, is not making the best out of your choices. If the value of our choices is just that of taking away from something else, then there is something in the whole process that does not match up.
I know. They say that in the kingdom of the blind, the one-eyed man rules. Still, in a part of the world that calls itself developed and civilised, that is not good enough, because we can do better. Sometimes I think that people would need to be sent off on an educational trip to India to get a grip. Pull their sleeves up and work things out. If you think we’ve got problems with our EU population of 500 million, just scale them to the mind-blowing 1.2 million country-population of the subcontinent.
When walking around in my old city-centre neighbourhood the other day, I noticed that a small and relatively indifferent park had been turned into a community garden. I thought, now we’re talking. This is the kind of thing that perspires hope and faith in some kind of positive evolution.
Shoveling, digging, planting, weeding, harvesting. Transforming. This is action, not reaction.