Problem or Solution

Do you want to be a part of the problem, or part of the solution?

This is a question I’ve seen asked over the years but especially in the last month or so on a national political scale. But what does it mean?

I would think of it like this: to be a part of the problem is not acknowledging there is a problem, or minimizing the scope and depth of a problem, or worst of all, saying you’re not a part of the problem at all because you’re not doing something wrong.

Now I could write about this on a national political scale but I’ve decided to narrow it down to my own life because I’ve had a bit of a light-bulb moment and want to think it through out loud here.

My initial thought when that light-bulb came on in my head was like everyone else I have problems. But then I asked myself: what am I doing to solve them? Am I just putting out fires and putting band-aids on things? Or am I working towards long-term solutions? And if I’m not working towards long-term solutions, why?

That last question usually gets answered with: ‘It’s complicated.” My response to that now: “Like no shit, really?”

Why not work towards long-term solutions? Am I afraid someone’s going to come after me if I do? No, I’m not afraid of some mythical asshole or some whining hand-wringing asshole either. Now I’m telling myself this on a daily basis, and sometimes more than once a day: if someone has a problem with me or what I’m doing, or not doing, then they can put on their grown-up clothes and come to talk to me about it.

I think today’s light-bulb moment is coming from the realization that I’m not wanting to sit and wait for shit to come down that won’t be coming down unless someone makes an effort. And in the grand scheme of things, my piddly-ass existence doesn’t warrant that level of a shit-storm. I know shit can happen all the sudden like a 18-wheeler barreling down on you out of nowhere on I-10 downtown. But all I can do is what I do when I’m on that freeway: keep going.

For so damn long, I have felt like I have to just sit and twiddle my thumbs while waiting outside the principal’s office waiting to get called in then passive-aggressively chewed out over some bullshit. But here’s a newsflash for the world: I’m not a school-kid anymore and most of all, I don’t have to put up with passive-aggressive or hand-wringing bullshit even if it’s just inside my damn head.

Now I will freely admit I’ve made a shit-ton of mistakes in my life. But guess what? SO HAS EVERYONE ELSE! I used to think everyone else in this world had their shit together and I didn’t and never would. I’ve known that’s total bullshit for close to six years now.

Just because you get knocked on your ass doesn’t mean you can’t get up and keep going. Yes, I know there are people in this world who are fucking assholes and want to keep you on the ground. Don’t let them do that, and don’t let them live rent-free inside your head even if they don’t know they do. Evict their sorry asses once and for all say: You’re not my problem so you’re not my solution either.

We all know what our problems are. And we know we can find solutions to them. It’s just finding the will and the determination to make those solutions happen. It’s something I’m trying to figure out but that’s okay. But in encouragement here I want to say this to my readers here:

Be a part of the solution, and not part of the problem.