Monday, February 18, 2013

The meaning of trust and the trust of meaning


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What must it be like for a young man or woman, newly independent, setting up on their own and perhaps coming to terms with their compassionate selves? For them, the best thing to be doing is boycotting animal stuff. Just by doing that is a huge statement of compassion. It’s such a wonderful thing to see, that for this old vegan I want to break out the champagne! It’s good to see others weighing the advantages and disadvantages, and experimenting with new ideas that could affect the rest of their lives.
To weigh compassion in practical food terms, a young person needs to know they’re going to be safe - safe in a nutritional way. If they go ahead and take on a vegan-diet it’s, at first, going to be seen as a risk.
They can only make that choice based on information received from friends and books, etc. The decision requires trust, just as bungy-jumpers have to trust the strength and length of the rope. (I’d be far too cowardly. I wouldn’t have enough trust that elastic bands would save me from plunging to my death).
Trusting a new idea might take a whole lifetime, or it could happen in the blinking of an eye. It comes down to where we’re at, regarding new ideas and taking them on board, especially where so much is at stake, over one’s food choices. Once we’ve weighed pros and cons and finally arrived at a clear picture, we have to trust. Then go with it. Trust bases itself on foreseeing the next stage, then the next stage after that, and instinctively feeling okay to proceed. It’s rather like climbing a hill, each step feels like hard work. But once we intend to climb it we deal with everything we meet on the way, and if we meet the unexpected or unwelcome we try to cope with it. If we knew beforehand every obstacle we might never set out in the first place.
When we ‘present our self’ to a new idea and voluntarily take on all the hard work it calls for, we can find it, strangely enough, to be NOT like slogging away up a never-ending hill but quite the opposite. If you go vegan it’s probably the meaningfulness of it that lessens the difficulty. I remember when I started, I couldn’t believe my luck that I’d stumbled across the idea.
‘Work’ is usually associated with the paid employment at which we spend inordinate numbers of hours. The drudgery is relieved partially by dreaming of weekends and holidays. But work is quite different when it’s something we do voluntarily and if it is meaningful. Going vegan is hard work but it stimulates the imagination and forces us to redefine the word ‘work’.
Promoting vegan principle and living by it is a new type of work. It’s unpaid and it’s often frustrating, because we’re breaking so much new ground. Everything takes longer. Everything needs double-checking and background-ing. It means we have to learn new and not necessarily attractive things (for instance, about modern animal husbandry methods). Progress can be slow, and we’re often not helped by omnivores’ resistance or fellow vegans dragging their feet (by being less activist than we’d like them to be). But all that is a right-of-passage for vegans. We have to go through each stage of frustration to find out what sort of person we are and what kind of people other vegans are.
On a personal level we early-on need to find out whether we are ‘quiet’ or ‘noisy’ types. For noisy vegans who want to talk, if we make any breakthroughs, it is just great. There’s nothing quite like it. It’s like no other satisfaction - communicating the most important subject in the world. Even for the failed communicator this is no less an important subject, not merely because we’re attempting to save people from obesity but because we’re helping to launch a panacea for our age. Yes, it’s wonderful when we connect but often we don’t. Most often a wall of resistance faces us, and we’re only seen as ‘the enemy’.
Animal Rights is a fascinating subject and something we can get our teeth into, communication-wise! It’s an up-hill task especially because it’s so urgent, but it’s never uninteresting. And never, for one minute, have I ever thought it insignificant to the future of both planet and our own species. And I’ve never ever let anyone think I am the enemy!

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