A public transit strike took the city by surprise this morning. Because 800 mainenance workers wanted a better deal with the city, 700,000 commuters are left to find their own way to work, to school and to make it to their appointments.
The Boy phoned his school to see if there will be a regular school day. He was told yes. But his school isn't a neighbourhood school. 80% of the students commute in, some from as far away as Oakville. I drove The Boy in.
What kind of society do we live in that employers and schools expect people to show up as usual when their usual means of transportation is not available? That they should show up as usual when there is a snow storm or hurricane. I blame our go-go-go-man-over-nature-every-man-for-himself-only-our-individuality-counts mentality.
Yes, we strive to do our best, yes, we embrace productivity and efficiency, yes, we want to prove we are in control of our destiny. But where is the balance and acceptance that we are part of nature, that our strengths and limitations are rooted in nature. And what are we all rushing so fast towards?
Easy for me to say as I sit home while most people are at work. But maybe that's one of the reasons I am not at work. I have opted out of a mindless race that has no identifiable or enjoyable end. Sometimes it feels like the choices are, harmony and freedom or survival? But those are the wrong options. Can we thrive, with harmony and freedom? I think that is the quest.
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`Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?'
`That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,' said the Cat.
`I don't much care where--' said Alice.`Then it doesn't matter which way you go,' said the Cat.
`--so long as I get somewhere,' Alice added as an explanation.
`Oh, you're sure to do that,' said the Cat, `if you only walk long enough.'
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`In that direction,' the Cat said, waving its right paw round, `lives a Hatter: and in that direction,' waving the other paw, `lives a March Hare. Visit either you like: they're both mad.'
`But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked.
`Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: `we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.'
`How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice.
`You must be,' said the Cat, `or you wouldn't have come here.'
Alice didn't think that proved it at all; however, she went on `And how do you know that you're mad?'
2 comments:
As inconvenient as the strike may have been, it helps to remind us to always have a plan B. Have we really forgotten what our land legs are for? Studies have shown that the average person who drives on a regular basis, will get in their cars if they have to travel more than 200 meters. I ask you, what's with that?
I aim for 10,000 steps a day. I sure hope my land legs are also good for being massaged.
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