I was talking to some relations the other day about some local housing plans and was somewhat disappointed when their response was that “it’s not my problem”.
The thing is, and it took me a long day of thinking to realise this, they’re right. It’s not my problem – it’s not anyone’s problem really, at least not until it happens….
Yes, I know. Shock, horror, that I said such a thing. Have I gone mad?
No. Nor have I decided we/I don’t need to care about the future. What has changed is my thoughts on why I should care
“It’s not my problem” or “it is my problem”.
Think about those sentences for a second. Since when did our future change from a dream to a chore?
I certainly recall that it wasn’t like that when I was a child dreaming of magical worlds like those you see on Star Trek movies, and how many people out there watched The Black Panther and thought, “Wow, that would be a great place to live” or dreamt of all the amazing technology of Iron Man?
A lot of what changes now won’t necessarily make a big difference in our lives or our lifetime. Certainly there are things I plan ( like my will ) which can’t happen until I die. However, I don’t want to be doing these things for myself. I do them because I care about those who I leave behind or because I dream of the world being that bit better tomorrow – nearer to the world I always hoped it would be.
So, next time someone tells me, “It’s not my problem”, I hope I’ll remember and tell them it’s not my problem either.., it’s my hope.