KarmaMole The View From Here..

Charmed By Security


Who are all these people who are so easily charmed by the promise of security? Are you all cowards? Is that it? How does the notion of security grip you so tightly?

And yet, in other times, you post quotations that glorify risk-taking, that glamorize the pursuit of the new, that promise adventure and novelty, that tell us, once and again, through your voice – that we must chart new territory, that we must bridge the seas and move forth into new undiscovered areas, that we must be brave in our step, and brisk, that a rolling stone gathers no moss, that’s it’s better to be a lightning rod than a seismograph.

You quote wiser men and women than yourselves as though they are your guides, and you think of yourself as brave, as risk-takers, as pioneers of soul, mind, and spirit, and then – when you approach the simplest of choices, you recoil in terror; you do not face your enemies, but delegate monsters to do so in your stead, even feed them your young, feeding your past at the expense of the future, you cower in your homes and watch the television and forget all the wise words that you yourselves throw at us, your guru’s are instantly forgotten, your dreams turn into memories, your ideals a shameful reminder of what you once hoped you could be, and it all withers away, it all withers away, and nothing remains of you but empty husks, holding on dearly, gasping at what you are, hoping to remain as close to your comfort zone as you could possibly be, scared of change, scared of shadows you yourself have not even seen, but who been conjured before you by your screens, to which you are glued, and whose input you devour without the least criticism.

What has become of you?

What has become of you? You admire heroism, but only when it’s a safe distance away from you! You cower, you cower, and you surrender yourselves to demons, not realizing that you are selling not only your souls but the hopes of your children, the aspirations of your youth, the dreams and wishes of martyrs who had none of your qualms, who faced their fears and went down to face the dragons that you have empowered.

What has happened to you? What foul stench has taken over your souls? Has your soul grown this fearful? Have you lost all hope? Is this what remains of the child you once were? Does nothing remain of you except the debris of the man or woman you once hoped to be? How dare you inflict such weakness upon yourselves? How dare you surrender to futility in such great measure? How dare you betray your innermost hopes, how dare you believe yourselves so weak, so small, so petty?

Where have you gone? What has become of you?

About the author


KarmaMole is a nickname for Omar Kamel. He is a writer, musician, photographer, director, and producer. He makes things out of words and sounds and images. He spent three years of his life in a futile fight for a better future in Tahrir Square and has more opinions than any mortal man should be allowed. Some of them are on this blog.

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