“Musical Chairs”, On Children and Dogma — Part 2

“Everybody fighting for positions; musical chairs”
— Lil Wayne

Imagine the scenario where I am in a game of musical chairs zoning out as is in my habit to. A curious mind walks up and asks what’s going on in my mind. I unreel…

Isn’t this the case though? The world in cycles; which for some inexplicable reason—incessantly guarded by the cosmos (or whoever is in charge)—was already in place before we arrived.

We, playing the musical chairs, ideally do not know how they came to be. All we know is that there is some music, some chairs and everyone is going around in circles. The system is already set in place. Now, like sheep, all we have to do is follow along. If, as a kid, you decided to be innovative and cut through the circle which forced you into mindless cycles—you are trying to be creative, innovative maybe, bored of the norm most likely—you are immediately labelled as the outcast, the party-poopoer. The DJ stops the music, announces your name in rebuke on the loudest system you’ve ever heard your name called. You shrink in humility.

From this young age, we have started to indoctrinate our kids in recessions. We stigmatize then with the experiences in which their creativity is abhorred time, and time again. We can do better. We must do better.

As we go through life’s cycles—going round and around the musical chairs—we seek positions in life. These positions, according to musical chairs, are meant to secure our place in the next season …the next iteration of the exact same mad cyclic dance, with the same semantics. These positions must be earned at the detriment of a colleague, friend, or family irrespective of how close you two were [emotionally]. At the end of every endeavour the system puts us through, we must lose another by some means or another: ostracising, death, out-growths, break-ups… they just have to go. Now tell me, are such achievements—of positions in the cycles of life and musical chairs—worth the loss of a kindred human soul? Is a set worth “the death of collaboration”?

Consider, if you may, the hollow in musical chairs. What is its significance? Abundance, superficiality, hope? In either case, all these are abandoned because of the rules already in place for the system. Irrespective of the size of the hole in the middle, irrespective of all the possibilities and irrespective of all untapped potential, one must only always operate on the surface—never knowing what’s going on within. And this gives a false sense of peace as the entropy of rage is quite low in sparser circles. As long as we are far apart, although disgusted by the same thing, we can exist peacefully. Through the course of time and its iterations, after all positions have been abrasively collapsed into one chair… the last chair standing has two humans fighting horn to horn for it. In the end, when all is won as all is done, you have the kid king of the musical chairs sitting on his or her throne, ruling nothing, and possibly creating enemy kingdoms along the way.

Reconsider the subliminal dogma you indoctrinate your kids with. They are the pillar for your old age.

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2 thoughts on ““Musical Chairs”, On Children and Dogma — Part 2

  1. Chioma I-O says:

    Yaskybanam the great philosopher! Love it. Oya hurry up and complete your PHD in Philosophy.
    Interesting ‘oh so true’ concept

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