I've only got a few moments to blog, here, because I have mucho work. This blog comes from a meme from Carson Brackney at Content Done Better, who has another blog meme that I have been meaning and wanting to do around pornography and the internet that I will try to find time to blog on this weekend, perhaps.
But, for today, the question is, "Why blog?"
Actually the questions were:
To whom are you blogging?
To whom do you want to be blogging?
Am I talking to you?
But I'm going to address them and sum them up in a more general question, "Why blog?"
Here's the why and whom I am writing to in a nutshell:
There really is only one thing in the world that I really care about, other than falling in love and having and caring for a family, and being a decent human being. And that is contributing something to the world long after my stay here. The only thing that anyone can contribute that really matters, as far as I'm concerned, is some sort of wisdom. Other stuff is great, but less important than some sort of wisdom, I think, since it is wisdom that presumably offers us a better, more fulfilling, more decent life. You can buy a lot of stuff, and seek thrills, and get your way around other stuff. But none of that offers the higher values of life that make it worth living.
Also, there is far too much needless tragedy in the world. I want to minimize my contributions to the unnecessary tragedies in the world, which reflection offers us the opportunity to do, and I want to write in a way that might teach others in the future to avoid the mistakes of current generations too stubborn or too self-centered to face their failures and shortcomings. We can avoid our own shortcomings all we please, I'm learning. But future generations can see them more clearly, because there's no reason for them to defend us. Especially when we're responsible, even inadvertantly for unnecessary tragedy. I've done enough bad in my life, as we all have, no matter how little we may reflect on our past behavior, to know not to want to contribute to any more. And I've done enough good in my life to know that this is the only thing worth contributing.
So I am writing to perhaps less jaded future generations, as much as to my own, jaded or not, to talk about everything that is and was great about this current period and current generations and to leave a record of all of the consequences of the poor choices of this current prevailing generation, of my own generation, my own choices included, and probably younger generations, as I age, by my judgment, as best as I have to offer.
It makes me sad that there are so few opportunities to talk more honestly about all of the experiences I have had that leave me with conclusions that seem counterintuitive or too good to be true to some. But life is life, and I speak as honestly as I can without being too foolish.
I do speak to current generations - average people, political leaders, journalists, policy, social science and any scholars concerned with people, teachers, parents, law enforcement and military personell and experts, historians, political junkies and wonks, and anyone who is interested in how people are more honestly than we might say out loud to one another and to understand, better, why so many important problems in our world go unresolved despite so many protestations that people care about solving them.
But I am also aware of the limitations of this current generation to speak only to them. Their pride. Their propensity to be tough rather than wise. Their propensity to either learn lessons the hard way or not at all, depending on what makes them look better, too often. Their propensity to look for evidence to support their biases rather than consider that they might be wrong. Their propensity to look more after themselves or those they identify with rather than the interests of everyone, as much as possible, and then scratch their heads and wonder why they don't understand why people respond to them and their efforts the way they do. And, most of all, this generation, their propensity to not give much or enough of shit about others around them, and then wonder why their lack of empathy has everyone pissed off at them or uncooperative or unresponsive to their demands or their examples, so often.
The next generation will have these same failings, undoubtedly. But what they will lack is the pride involved with defending the failings of the current generation. And they will, generally, be subject to the self-centeredness of the current generation, and have some empathy for others who are subject to it, today.
When I was in grad school, I asked myself a lot, "Why, 30 years after Abraham Maslow had passed away and his influence was so clearly pronounced in psychology and throughout the social sciences, which have influence on every professional field in the world, have we still ignored so many of his most basic ideas, especially around the need for love and freedom in resolving so many of the world's most serious problems? Why, 2000 years after Jesus' crucifixion, almost 60 years after the assassination of Mohatma Ghandi, and almost 40 years after the assassination of Martin Luther King, have we all failed to take seriously the teachings of these men to love one another and treat humanity as we would want to be treated?"
Why do the words of wise men so often get ignored?
And the answer to that question is that each person in each new generation, having studied or taken seriously or considered that wisdom or not, each live new lives, borne of each of our choices, wise or not. Often, perhaps more often than not, our choices are not so terribly wise. That is how each of us learns many of the even very important lessons in life, after all, assuming we learn them, that is (Hamas, Hezbollah, Al Queda, Kim Jong Il, Fidel Castro, the Chinese Communist Party, and many others of the worlds' most despicable and self-centered despots and petty tyrants challenge my hope that everyone will learn the most serious wisdom humanity has to offer, though even the better members of humanity challenge this hope, for me, too often). And often, it takes many, sometimes far too tragically far too many, of our bad choices before we face up to our need to make better choices.
Wisdom is not always heeded. Far too frequently, it is not. Which doesn't make it any less wise. It just makes it unheeded, until wiser choices prevail (or they don't, which lead to stagnation, for a culture, and stagnation and hardship and perhaps worse, for individuals).
That does make me very sad when the wisdom involved can save lives or avoid harship or avoid unecessary tragedy, especially when that tragedy is imposed by some upon others whose interests and concerns they often insensitively ignore.
So I write for everyone, including those I just described, but especially for future generations who will have no interest in defending our mistakes and poor judgment and failures of compassion (except, perhaps, as it defends their own mistakes and insensitivity, just as we do today and will do every generation as we learn to let go of our most serious mistakes that we reinforce together as a culture).
I also write for friends and family and people who might be interested, for people in my fields and who might learn something, and for anyone who might be interested in my life or thoughts.
The truth is that I want to be blogging and writing for everyone. I especially want to be blogging to generate a much more substantial debate and discussion about how we are handling so many of our contemporary problems in more liberal and less liberal democratic and nondemocratic societies (societies, that, thankfully, look more and more alike in ways that promote peoples' freedom, and, sadly, look more and more alike in ways that curb that freedom). I am learning about my limits within that discussion. But I am also completely clear about the failure of so many alternative approaches that are not connected to more personal, more honest, and more thoughtful discussions and debates that are more genuinely concerned with resolution of serious issues and not just defending failures.
Am I talking to you?
Undoubtedly, I am. No matter who you might be. I am not looking to cater to peoples' biases, though I would like to write in ways that are as easily accessible as possible and do some writing that is as much entertainment as substantial.
I do wonder, often, when I am so frequently out of step with popular opinion, if I am writing for anyone at all, since popular opinion prevails, generally, whether we think that is a good thing or not. Am I just a kook? Or a kindly fool?
I ask that question of myself probably more often than people ask it or think it of me.
And every time I do, I think, "Where is the stronger argument?"
I am, ultimately, always amenable to a stronger argument. Always. I think I can be proud of being one of the most genuinely open-minded and open-hearted people I know, even as I have no interest in being naive or a fool.
And I've not seen stronger arguments than those I've made around those issues where I am out of step with conventional wisdom or popular opinion. I see a world that makes mutually reinforcing assertions that they believe, in the moment, amount to something truer than they actually are. And I see a world that does that persistently, and mistakes it for wisdom, persistently. As do I, frankly. So none of us can claim any monopoly on insight, at all.
But I am always open to a stronger argument. Always. Because that is where wisdom and knowledge and the strongest understandings are derived.
So, I suppose the reality is that my blog is most especially written for those who care about and are interested in distinguishing where the stronger arguments are at. Not in affirming my arguments, necessarily, but providing stronger counterarguments when they don't find stronger arguments here.
Ultimately, the opinions I care about the most are those who have and consistently make the strongest arguments and those who understand best the matters of life that I care and write about. Often those are one and the same. Often they are not.
And, as, if not more importantly, the people I write for are those who have better arguments to offer when and if I am wrong. Because those people help me grow and learn and see my mistakes.
In fact, what I crave most in life is people who have things to teach me because of my the blind spots that are now and perpetually in my own judgment (and all of our judgments, no matter how much we might pride ourselves otherwise; a more appropriate use of the word pride I cannot imagine than assuming otherwise).
That's why I blog. And write. And argue. And debate. And discuss. And share.
Because I want to care and know. And I want others to care and know along with me. Far more than I will ever want to be right or be rewarded.
I've got to eat and work. Someone's got to pay the bills.
Love,
Ben