Them Blinkers

I had a discussion last night about the bank bailouts and how in my opinion greed and overspending had caused the economical crap that is happening. Last Wednesday, in Edinburgh, the house of a former bank director, Sir Fred Goodwin was attacked with bricks. Some windows were broken and his car was damaged. People are angry and some still wonder why. Ignorance is bliss perhaps but you’ll only get a fresh look without the blinkers.

It’s ridiculous that the taxpayer -as usual- ends up having to sort out other people’s financial problems because some can’t contain themselves and their need to have more and bigger. My parents taught me the importance of saving up money at a very young age. I never had pocket money, I could earn money by getting good grades in school three times a year and I would get some extra money from family on my birthday or by getting a job.

That way they taught me its value, what it means to wait and save up for something you would like to buy and that you can’t just go out and spend what you don’t have. It’s about making choices, about balance, about tactics. So yes, I can understand why people are upset because in the end they’ll pay for the greed of others. People still seem to think that money buys them happiness, convenience perhaps. Happiness no, definitely no.

The discussion I had was a mini version of what is going on around us. Remarks were made that one would rather be unhappy with millions than happy with nothing. I’ve realised ever since we met that I have totally different values compared to the other person. And perhaps having a discussion with someone who refuses to look at things from another perspective is a bottomless discussion that I should avoid altogether after all.

The Journey

(… a quiet moment in silence)

2009-03-10 13:12:15

One day you finally knew

what you had to do, and began,

though the voices around you

kept shouting

their bad advice–

though the whole house

began to tremble

and you felt the old tug

at your ankles.

“Mend my life!”

each voice cried.

But you didn’t stop.

You knew what you had to do,

though the wind pried

with its stiff fingers

at the very foundations,

though their melancholy

was terrible.

It was already late

enough, and a wild night,

and the road full of fallen

branches and stones.

But little by little,

as you left their voices behind,

the stars began to burn

through the sheets of clouds,

and there was a new voice

which you slowly

recognized as your own,

that kept you company

as you strode deeper and deeper

into the world,

determined to do

the only thing you could do–

determined to save

the only life you could save.

The Journey

~Mary Oliver

© Dale J. Martin, Horsehead and Orion Nebulae

© Dale J. Martin, Horsehead and Orion Nebulae