How quickly we morph back to how things were.
Us humans are creatures of habit. We long for order, security and safety. We like to KNOW what happened before and what will happen later. We love our planners and calendars and traditions and holidays. We are sentimental and like to compare our past to the present. We like to fantasize on a better future. We like to DREAM BIG and SHOP BIG and FOLLOW the slogans on the subway to whatever shop they lead us to. We like to have more and be more and do more and more...and more. Us humans like to tell ourselves what we SHOULD do and how we SHOULD live. We like our big houses, our white fences, our smart phones, our children, our animals but only when they are pets, our religions but only when they are OURS. We love our flags, our countries, our "tribes", our high-school clicks. Us humans float between consciousness and having the subconscious run through us. So we drink, we party, we do drugs, we take medicine, we do art, we make love, we disappear, we zone out, we escape. So we can feel alive. So we can feel humans. So we can feel SOMETHING outside of our mundane. Our habits are prisons and they are safe havens both at once. We love them, we hate them, we need them, we need to free them. We want safety so we can be free, and we want freedom so we can feel SAFE. We are a mixed bag. A river of contradictions. A tide pool of sharks and tiny innocent transparent beetles. We are here, and we are not. We are visible but we don't see a thing. And we speak but we don't hear each other. Except for those times when we do. Except for those rare times when we do. We like to dream but we don't talk about it. We shy away from talking about the land of dreams. Except when we are children. Nothing stops us then. Us humans like to love. We like to love a partner, or partners, we like to love our families and our friends, we like to love ourselves because make up brands tell us, and poets remind us. Us humans like our flashy watches, and our banks, and our trades, and our planes and our OIL. We LOVE our oil. We love nature but not when it fights us. We love the ocean but not when it rises to warn us. Us humans are blind, and yet we see everything. We don't know a thing and yet we are aware of how hypocritical we are. Us humans know. We know we're shit. And we go on being shit. We know we can do better, and yet we don't. And the ones that do - we call them naive. Us humans laugh at those among us who are naive. We laugh at the best ones among us. We call them children as if we don't know that we were all better humans when we were children. Us humans suck, and us humans rock. We build bridges and end wars, we make music and give awards, we write history books and we change history. Us humans don't learn from history, even when it changes us. Even when it's cruel, and awful, and kills millions of us. Even after a year of a global pandemic. How quickly we morph back. Back to how we were before. Back to B.C. Back to our habits. Back to our illusion. Back to our separation.
Us humans are creatures of habits.
In April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling.
Header Art: Daniel Landerman