I clipped the top stair walking to the airport gate.
It’s funny when you trip as an adult. You can both fall catastrophically, and not make any noise in the hope that the people around don’t stare at you too long…
I got up, dusted myself off and kept walking, trying to figure out what happened in my head, as I exited the scene.
A trip is automatic. No fear – just reaction. There’s no time for fear. There’s no time to even think.
But most of the time we aren’t tripping.
Usually, we’re doing our work, thinking, ruminating, or looking at the possible futures in front of us. Then we plug into any number of the millions of news outlets, feeds, or movies to support these projections and thoughts.
And it’s comfortable to support a narrative. Even one that’s a little fearful. And thus, mainstream media still somehow flourishes…
But at the end of the day, when we’re afraid, we can’t think.
And when we can’t think, it’s tough to design and realise a brighter future.
Interrupting fear based narratives is a personal, professional and social responsibility.
