We live in familiar settings, and those familiar settings sometimes can make us feel complacent and comfortable. Recently, I have been reflecting upon my "familiar" self wondering how I can change routines. I have come a long way in the last decade, and I know that constant change is what I need for constant improvement.
It is easy to judge based upon the outside, because we like tangible things. But, the things that are intangible, mainly found within our minds and souls, those things scare us. We would rather judge other people because it is easy and familiar. People's growth into something better or the change of what we don't perceive because we have become familiar frightens us.
Familiar to our own little bubble. Familiar to settings and knowledge. Familiar to what can't be changed. Familiar to the pain as people relish in it. Familiar to the tears and fears that people cry. Familiar to our own voices as our own voices silence those that want to be heard. Familiar because we have become comfortable.
This is familiar in second person:
7 A.M.
You're trained from sunlight's day to do a routine that never swayed. For they only see when you arose, your predecessors didn't plan for the day not knowing how the day would close.
Morning arises, the routine stays the same. Nevertheless, you don't expect that cars can take different routes, chickens peck in different directions; and the weather changes. You get ready for the day knowing the bus will stop at the same place.
8 A.M.
School time arrives, the sun rises in the sky. Half hour trip towards school the sky changes towards a rainy day. You didn't expect it to happen as the weather man forecasted sunny days.
Life takes an unexpected turn as weather changes always foretell bad roads that lie ahead.
9 A.M.
Class starts.
Taking notes minding your own business, Jake, behind you, bullies you and teases you. Sneakily, he flicks your ear while every student quietly and busily takes an important test. Annoyed, you turn towards him and punch him in the face.
Teacher's back was turned, didn't see the incident, and blames you for the cause. Distraught, he whisks you towards detention. Automatic detention automatically fails the test which was a third of your grade.
You fall into despair as your thoughts whirl. You know your predecessors won't understand that it wasn't your fault because they will judge you based upon what they have seen not what they want to hear. They don't see that you have been trying. They see what they want to perceive as they have become familiar with judging you. You know in your heart you have tried. You know that they can't see what is inside your head and heart, and all that pain inside, because they find judging is easy.
The teacher will not listen, because like your predecessors, they still judge you based upon past experiences - controlled by their schemas. As people say experience is the best teacher but does experience transcend every other person's experience? Does every person become a business person? Does every person become a doctor? Does every person become bullied throughout their life? Does every person become addicted to drugs? Each of these occupations and instances will have different experiences that NEVER transcend into another.
You connect the dots.
You realize that experience isn't the best teacher. Earning the experience is the best teacher. For example, how many people receive their high school diplomas but actually value their education? Earning something is an achievement valued. People can experience education but very few value it.
The bell rings. Three hours pass as lunch has arrived.
12 P.M.
You sit alone as you have no friends.
Girls and boys snicker at you. They point at you as they make fun of the clothes that you're wearing. Pain accumulating it doesn't matter, because people would rather discriminate on what they see. They only see what is familiar to them.
Swiftly, you finish your meal. You stomp out of the cafeteria.
You head towards the bathroom where you cry your tears out. You're the only one who sees your pain as nobody will listen to your pain. How can they listen when they can't
FEEL your pain?
You wipe your tears trying to stay strong. Class must continue.
1 P.M. to 3 P.M.
You sit in class ready to listen. You look around glad that Jake isn't around.
Science is the topic.
The teacher speaks about the probability of lightning striking a person. He opens a National Geographic magazine that he had read earlier.
According to National Geographic, the odds of becoming a lightning victim in the United States in any one year is 1 in 700,000. The odds of being struck in your lifetime is 1 in 3,000. You remove your eyes from your notes as you fixate them on the teacher.
Your thoughts race. Lightning never strikes in the same place twice. Nevertheless, it increases its chances of killing a person over their lifetime.
The bell rings. The final two classes.
3 P.M.
School has ended, time to take the bus. The sky has not cleared, and the rain heavily downpours. More signs that things are not going to go well. You know it. You feel it. Yet, no one will understand it.
4 P.M.
You're home. You continue homework. Problems swirl in your head.
5 P.M. to 8 P.M.
Last problem, until your thoughts are interrupted by a familiar yell. Trepidation swells inside.
There was an answering machine message that stated that you have been placed in detention. You try to voice your opinion, but your voice falls on deaf ears as experience and schema's cloud judgment.
Predecessors claim that you won't change even though you try to side your worth. Nevertheless, you aren't heard. They want change and you want fairness; but both can't compete especially if there is tolerance wanted. They judge while they don't listen. How can they listen when they won't listen to what they can't see. How can they understand when living with familiar habits of just watching television?
Like lightning it strikes even if you don't want it to strike, but understands less often why it struck. When it does strike, it kills the person that they judge because they are familiar with ONLY their settings.
6 P.M. Dinnertime
Same continued rant as pain has sweltered. Thoughts of negativity has swirled. The worth of a person has gone. Like lightning, it has killed its victim - numb.
9 P.M.
Your day has ended. Your life has ended as pain has transcended through time all because people want to become familiar. Like the sun it rose and set in one day. But, like lightning it didn't strike twice in the same place but it struck more often in the same manner. We have become too familiar.
10 P.M.
You fall asleep. The nightmare continues. A good dream needs to take its place.