Do you hear the people sing
Singing the song of angry men
It is the music of a people
Who will not be slaves again
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes(from Les Miserables)
There are two ways to look at life (and by extension, to ways to live).
One. You have 'faith' that you'll get a second chance, either through an afterlife, or through reincarnation, or through ... whatever. Religions of every form prey (not pray) upon this 'faith'. This way of life inocculates - on a macro level - political systems against change (revolution). It inocculates - on a personal, micro level - people against discontentment with their current situation. There is still beter to come, isn't there ?
Two. You know you only got one shot (that rapper did get that right for sure) at life. You were not there in the years before you were born and you are not going to be there in the years after you die. Time is an enormous black curtain and there's only a very tine slit in it, your time in the limelight. This is a sobering idea, but it is not meaningless. It tells you to seize the day (carpe diem) and live life at the fullest.
Look at it from another way. I have a cat. When I lived on my appartment the animal had to stay inside. She got used to that. I had her neutered. Not nice of me, but the animal had no say in the decision and got used to it. Recently I moved to a house with a garden. By slow degrees I allowed the cat to go outside. And then one day I let her out without a leash. At first she was very unsure of herself, but the very same night there was a big noise as she fought and overcame another cat twice her size for the dominion of the garden. She did not have to do that. There's absolutely no point in it for her (being neutered). But she did. Without a second thought she seized the day (well, night in her case). I'm happy for her ! She still comes inside to be groomed, she loves that as well, but if she didn't it would be my loss, not hers !
Having said all that ...I now call out for a revolution against the Belgian political class. Against all of them. Against the whole corrupt system. I don't care a rats ass if you speak Dutch, French or German, I'm willing to talk Esperanto or Zulu if necessary. I'm just very fed up with the whole political show which is about to go through another useless loop. Paid for by us, I might add. So, who stands with me ?
