I often wonder what it was like living in ancient times. When tradition, decorum and cultural values carried on year after year, never wavering. I wonder if that led to more stability in society, with everyone knowing what was expected of them. In today’s world, things are constantly changing, morphing, the gray area ever expanding. I feel bad for people who aren’t that malleable, it must be difficult to navigate the constant change. In ancient times, things stayed the same. Or at least I’m assuming they did. Then I wonder about the people in those ancient times who didn’t want to stay the same. Those were the ones who felt burdened by the lack of movement. Imagine wanting to shout out “but this is the real me!” and just not being able to. Stuck in that time and place, born into who you were whether you wanted to be that person or not. Burning up everyday to break out and just not having that option. I would have been one of those ones. Aching to be free.
Sidenote: I would like to acknowledge how blessed I am to live in the U.S. where I am free to be who I am and offer compassion to those around the world who cannot. Still.