Recognition vis-à-vis contribution

Sometimes the world can be enormous and at any one particular point there is always someone on top of it and many times in fact throughout the course of my life that person is seldom me. And quite frankly as a society we have lost the ability to even celebrate others’ success because of the competitive structure the world has adopted.
It’s hard for some of us to even thing of true collaboration without the underlying motives of sabotage which as I often say is truly tragic because human cooperation is undeniably one of the most resilient forces in the universe.
Life is competitive but never a competition sure there is always a race but not with each other rather with ourselves just beside each other, actually others should help me win the race against myself.
I have always been quite amused, lightly obsessed, with the Nobel prizes and recently I sought to truly unearth its history. Turns out it really does live up to its anagram and was the culmination of very noble objectives.
And out of all Alfred Nobel’s achievements some of which are the invention of dynamite and ballistite, running of a major armaments factory and successful business investment in Azerbaijan not to forget his other 353 inventions that literally turned him into a minter of money. His setup of the Nobel prizes by bequeathing 94% of his wealth to the now Nobel foundation for the running of the great institution of recognition was the one he will forever be venerated for.
And even though it is all about recognizing those of us who confer the ‘greatest benefit to human kind’ it really is just passing a message to all of us that we should try our best to serve humanity. We must contribute authentically then be recognized in that order. Even as I write this post there is always the insecurity that it may never be read, as I try a math problem there’s always the fear that it won’t matter because thousands have done it before me but the truth is, if you honestly contribute an honest gift of self it will always matter. Recognition is just the icing on the cake, it’s not even the main ingredient, however it came to control everything is truly a regrettable shift in priorities.
Many despair and become depressed because of the fear of uselessness which actually doesn’t exist and others have resulted to pretense if only to be recognised which is by far an even worse outcome as you lose the true self. And though this is a simple and familiar lesson, it’s very easy to unlearn it and fall down the abyss of self- pity, which is not a good place to be, it actually has the worst décor from my last time there.
Be yourself and rise to the top of your world because it really is your world for the taking. Even he, Nobel, wanted his legacy not to be of the recognition of the singular feats as an engineer, successive business man or inventor rather he wanted his dying memory to be that of contributing to helping others unlock their own contribution and for him it took a mistaken obituary in a French Newspaper naming him the merchant of death to shake him up and urge him to contribute what will it take for you to do the same?

permission to speak freely

Recently I watched a documentary on Edwardian times, the manners and opinions of that era and even its profound impact of this particular part of British history on modern-day Britain and the rest of the world really.
What stuck out to me obviously was the meaning of the term ‘woman’ what she was, what was expected of her and how she was to go about her affairs be it decorum, marriage, family you name it.
The interesting thing about it was that the kind of woman that was generally referred to was the aristocrat. And yet the chains clanked just as loud as for any other woman.
She was to marry well which threw out most hopes of choosing a partner out of love, her reputation was her gilded shield and would forever protect her from shame but of course human nature was very present even then and so you would see women rushing up and down to cover up their dirty linen.
Raising children as their siblings, vacationing in distant lands for 9 months, rendezvousing carefully and in the dingiest parts of town risking life and limb if only to not be cited and be branded she who lost control of her passions and forgot inhibitions. But also the times were changing ushering in new customs, new money and new traditions.
Thus it was made all the more necessary for the aristocrats to hold fast and steady to the olden traditions practicing them with even more fervor than before, which suffocated women especially.
Definitely the history lesson in all that was quite an education for me but I also observed a common denominator in it and my African culture, some Arabic culture and even some Asian cultures. Notice that I am quite literally now talking about totally distant societies that developed to some degree autonomously and yet they all had the common denominator of the mistreatment of women some of which continues on even up till now.
The issue of feminism is definitely not an original one or even a particularly new one, the suffragettes have had their go, so have black women, so have the Arabic women and the struggle continues.
My qualm is why did this kind of unfair system though clearly prescribed differently manage to develop almost everywhere?Its origin is unsettling.
A woman was to be a slave, to cater but not be catered was at times a miracle act if a woman was loved at all in any part of her life whether it be as a daughter, as a wife or even as a mother. Where and why does this resentment for women stem?
Even in religion let me speak of the Bible for that is what I am familiar with, mention of women is few and far apart. I am sure that women too were just as chosen, as brave, eloquent as the men then why weren’t they referred to as much? Even a female prostitute would attract more rebuke as compared to her probably respectable married male consort.
While standing in front of the facts that have burdened some of us for oh so long its astonishing to discover that this kind of inhumanity is naturally occurring in the mean of man.
I have always been devoted to following observations and the correlations they proclaim to wherever they may lead me but it is times like these that the lands they lead me to are stranger and more shocking than anything i had envisioned.
I had always hoped for the world’s sake maybe even humanity’s sake to attribute women’s suffering to a singular demonic person who lived and managed to sway each everyone’s will to bend to his. But to discover that the demoniac quality of desecrating another’s dignity for this long was always a quality we possessed a rite that must be passed that is truly discouraging for the hope of our species and whatever other dark qualities lurk within all of us, not as a matter of choice but simply as a matter of fact.

just a thought

in vino veritas est.(in wine there is truth)

The phrase above signifies the depths some will descend if only to find some truth.It is said that Germanic peoples used to hold public council meetings with a plenitude of wines and spirits to ensure the truth of officials leaked through them.Of course this also led to a myriad of other uncomfortable situations when other kinds of truths seeped out as well.

An abstinence of drink was viewed as a telltale sign of corruption, the repercussions were valid but the truth was above all of that. I wonder what they would think of us with all our talk of merciful lies, white lies and half-truths.