April 22, 2K15
The play, Fires in the Mirror, draws on the inclination humans have of not only stereotyping, but identifying ourselves and others by features, social class, intelligence, religion, etc. Nothing we say or do has anything to do with what others perceive us to be, initially. We are made up of categories, the importance of our beings and our very worth is placed in generalizations formed with specific affiliations and relationships.
I want to understand humanity without oversimplifications. I don’t want to gather information about a person in order to gain an understanding of who they are. Rather, I want to spend time with them while they work, I want to watch them interact with their friends, their families, their enemies. Our prejudices form unconsciously, forming us into judgmental creatures naturally. Does that make it right? It frees our guilt a sliver, it allows us to slide a bit deeper into our couches, it moves our unnerving, furrowed brows into something more along the lines of a somber look. Still, nothing is changed, nothing moves until we do.
It’s interesting; to come to the understanding of how simply the unfortunate parts of the human condition seeks us out and latches on. We hold an opportunity, a duty, a responsibility to not just subside these unfortunate parts. Our job is not push these injustices behind us, sweeping them under the rug every now and again. Our focus remains true when we forge our hearts into an entirely new territory, forcing our minds to travel along.
The territory we belong to is formed through a process, a growth. The ground needs to be seeded and taken care of, watered and watched over tirelessly. Let us be people who deliberately move from a place of distortion and partiality, to an underdeveloped ground of patience, a ground that plants seeds through a desire to understand. This ground doesn’t need to relate to communicate, this ground is fertilized through willingness and time, growing by awareness and adamancy.