See, I’ve often wondered (albeit rather briefly) if my occasional lack of compassion is indicative of some essential lack of morality in my soul – some kind of flaw that brings horror into the eyes of those who know me well.
Of course, such thoughts do not last very long. There are some things I don’t care about, and some things I do. Some days I’m politically correct, other days I’ll say the first thing that comes to mind.
Fact is, I don’t care what other people think (of me), and if most of them see that as a threat to … whatever … their view on how things should be … well, that’s just too bad, isn’t it?
I would rather hang out with someone who thinks differently from me, than talk with someone who does. What’s the point of conversation if you’re only going to agree all the time? Anyway.
My point is this; I may seem contrary, argumentative or even ‘versus’. But why wouldn’t I be? I am, after all, a free-thinking individual.
The most deadly seducer isn’t the one leading you astray from the beaten path; it is the one encouraging conformity. If you can only feel safe when everybody else feels, thinks and looks the same as you, then you’re a fecking coward … not to mention a vicious tyrant in the making.
Diversity is life. Thus, divergent views are the blood which sustain that life; there can be no vibrant, progressive society without the free flow and exchange of conflicting ideas.
For only through having my own personal principles, myths and absolute truths constantly challenged can I gradually decide what it is I believe in. How can you “know thyself” if you only keep your own counsel?
Our differences don’t actually set us apart – they are precisely what bring us together. Zimbabwe is not some homogenous mass marching in tune to the beat of a State-run drum.
We are vibrant. We are colourful. We are noisy. Passionate. Above all else, though we all have different ideas, I believe we all care about one thing – Zimbabwe.
By all means, let’s argue about it. When we stop arguing, we’ve stopped caring, and when we stop caring then Zimbabwe will die.
I, for one, am not willing to let that happen.
Is anyone else willing to fight? Not just with me, but against me as well? I’ll start.