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Oamenii care produc schimbarea


Stateam de vorba cu un prieten despre evolutia speciei umane si despre tendintele agresive. Despre cum, dupa miliarde de ani de transformari, dupa sute de teorii ale originii, dinamicii si scopului nostru aici si acum, suntem inca la inceput. Inca incapabili sa ne asumam responsabilitatea respiratiei, inca explozivi cand suntem atacati, inca modelati de legea supravieturii, inca raspunzand prompt la nevoile bazale de hrana si adapost. Ai crede ca daca pe talpa rosie a pantofului scrie Louboutin, sufletul nostru s-a cizelat, arhitectura mentala a invatat sa curbeze ideile intr-un design maiestuos. Dar nu, noi suntem inca micile animale paroase, speriate de traznet, alertate de cutremure, disperate sa-si pastreze centimetrul cub de oxigen dinaintea nasului. Umanitatea e la stadiul copilului de doi ani, care vrea ceva si vrea ACUM, care functioneaza dupa regula pedeapsa – recompensa, care are nevoie sa fie dus de mana si invatat unde e voie si unde e “cah”.

Intr-un astfel de context, apar, involuntar, oamenii care produc schimbarea. Sunt aceia care, putin mai treziti din lumea haotica de elemente disparate ale micului mucos, se opintesc si se avanta spre mai bine, mai frumos, mai etic. Sunt doua tipuri de oameni care produc schimbarea: cei care promit recompensa si cei care aplica pedeapsa.

Oamenii care produc schimbarea conlucreaza. Stabilesc impreuna scopul si directia. Si impart sarcinile. Unii devin lideri, altii devin gardieni. Unii se aseaza in frunte si deschid drumuri, altii vegheaza la respectarea directiei si pedepsesc abaterile. Niciun statut nu este mai important decat altul. Liderii fara gardieni ar fi lunatici. Gardienii fara lideri ar fi agresori.

Tu ce esti? Ce-ai putea fi? Oare ai putea fi un exemplu de onoare si curaj pentru ceilalti? Ai putea abandona comoditatea morbida a statutului mediocru pentru urmarirea pasionala  unui scop mai inalt? Ai putea pune in mainile altcuiva ce are el nevoie pentru a fi mai bun cu fiecare zi?

Sau…

Ar putea strigatul tau sa ingrozeasca multimile? Sabia ta ar putea dobori capetele care se complac in lancezeala si ignoranta? Ai putea sa fii suficient de inspaimantator incat ceilalti sa creada in pericolele cutremuratoare pe care le vestesti?

Multi suntem copilul de doi ani. Eu, tu, cei langa care ne trezim dimineata, cei care se grabesc sa prinda autobuzul, cei care asteapta la semafor cu ochii in oglinda retrovizoare, cei de la care plecam si la care ajungem. Si e in regula sa avem doi ani si sa lasam pe cineva sa ne ia de mana si sa ne arate drumul pentru ca, atunci cand timpul va decide, sa devenim noi insisi oamenii care produc schimbarea.

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