A Long Enough Lever
Dec 24 2022
I have no public persona.
I do not cultivate an image
curate my offerings
presume to influence.
A private person like me,
who leads a quiet life
keeps to himself
and tries not to bother anyone else,
will not change the world.
I've given up on that;
it's too far gone, already,
and I'm hardly suited to the job.
Not that I don't feel strongly
about our shared dilemma;
it's just that I feel powerless
and demoralized.
So I'm no agent of change.
There will be no statues
erected in my name.
I will not be celebrated
commemorated
or even much remembered.
My work
will not be archived and treasured,
likely never even read.
But there is much to be said
for the small life.
It keeps me very much aware
of my own unimportance.
I don't depend on attention,
approval or consent,
conventional ways of being.
And in a culture
that's always striving for more
— status, stuff, celebrity,
an ever bigger GNP —
a little more modesty
would certainly help.
But I do regret my failure
to live up to my potential.
What if I'd done better?
Like Archimedes long enough lever
used my abilities
to nudge the world
and alter its trajectory?
Because a public life
seems a more worthwhile legacy
than words on a page.
Despite all the scrutiny it entails.
Despite how unnatural a fit
for a man like me.
Despite the immutable law
of unintended consequence
— the many pitfalls
of the self-certain crusader
in even the most noble cause.
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