“May you feel the wonder of those who came before you, and none of the fear.” -Neil DeGrasse Tyson, Cosmos: A Space Time Odyssey
When was the last time you let an idea fly? When you let your imagination grab hold of it and soared on huge wings to the cerulean skies of your mind?
When was the last time you suspended your disbelief in possibilities?
Wonder as defined by Merriam-Webster.com:
noun ˈwən-dər: a feeling caused by seeing something that is very surprising, beautiful, amazing, etc.
In a world in love with gritty reboots, conformity and “keeping in touch with reality,” I think that younger generations are trained to mold themselves to templates set by those who preceded them.
Study hard. Get a good job. Climb the office ladder. Get married. Have 2.5 kids. Buy a house and a car. Live a quiet, non-disturbing life. Save up for retirement. Mold the kids to the template until they graduate. Work and continue the climb until you’re sixty. Retire gracefully and let your kids take care of you until you die. And your kids will follow the same template, and their kids, and their kids.
I fear a time will come when we will fail to build a new world for tomorrow and life simply becomes a process to be completed.
I think it was different for those who preceded my generation. The Baby Boomers, The children of those who survived the second world war, were allowed to go out, build and make their fortunes. My generation and the ones succeeding are entitled and pressured; we are trained to expect leveling up in status and in careers.
But life isn’t a video game. Now, the most creative expressions of wonder I have seen are appropriately humble-braggity posts of food pictures on Facebook. I see a lack of genuine appreciation for life.
I believe in the correlation of wonder, passion and imagination. We are all gifted with immense imagination to pursue our passion, the things we feel wonder for. Everyone is creative in their own way, regardless of where our inclinations; even in science and math! Oh, the beautiful poetry of a properly complex algorithm- if only I could understand them. It is therefore a shame to see people stifle their own callings in order to conform and compromise.
I am not saying that conformity is evil; if that is what makes you happy then so be it. All I am saying is: life is too short to be a robot.
<postscript>And yes, I am a fan of Rage Against The Machine.</postscript>