What is it like to exist somewhere in between the race you were born into and the unknown?
Welcome to my world. I’m constantly stuck in between belonging and not.
The things that motivate people in general, don’t motivate me.
Rather I find most things that motivate people unappealing.
- Money
- Fame
- Drugs
- Alcohol
- Sensuality
So, I relegate myself to a higher level of fulfillment. Finding a brief but surreal rush in skipping to the end and warning others before they arrive. But there’s one hitch, no-one believes the ending until they get there themselves.
What’s worse? There’s no glory in saying I told you so because:
- The person might flat out deny your claim.
- They might treat it as insignificant, if only to deny you the credit you deserve.
- They hate being wrong. And even if they are proven to be, won’t admit it.
- No-one likes a smarty pants.
So therefore, whats the point of knowing before the rest? The only time it might be advantageous is if you had the winning lottery numbers, and well, even that much is questionable.
Futurists, like Steve Jobs, by their very nature are committed to pushing the boundaries of what’s possible. Most often they are present well before they should have been. They exist in a time frame that most cannot completely comprehend nor appreciate. However, place Steve 50 or 100 years in the future, and now you have a proper match.
So does that make Jobs inhuman?
Perhaps not. Perhaps just a man ahead of his time, searching for meaning and purpose in a world that couldn’t quite understand him. Constantly pushing the boundaries of what was physically possible and what was eventually possible. Equally uncertain in his personal relationships, struggling to strike a chord with people socially.
And so, there are others that walk among us. I include myself in this growing population. Those that are the misfits. The one’s that don’t belong. And no, not just because we are socially awkward or relatively inaudible or always looking for a greater meaning in life. At the end of the day we simply don’t know what really motivates people. And for this we don’t know how to relate. Are simple material possessions or status the be all and end all of existence? Does humanity have such a short memory that the sins of the past have been long forgotten–or worse, ignored?
Will greed be the ultimate undoing of our race?
And for those with the guilt of seeing the 1,000 foot view, is there anything that can be done to save humanity from certain disaster?
Do any of you feel inhuman at times?
Do you simply not understand people?
Are you constantly reaching for something more than the simple definitions society forces us to accept?
You. Are not. Alone.