Had someone tell me in a joking manner maybe I needed to go to anger management, when I asked why was that they said they’ve always seen me as a stoic but the blog isn’t couched in stoicism.
Can’t argue that and believe they make a valid point, but I also believe as a people we have always been thought of as stoics, long suffering and long enduring.
A people keeping their own counsel, and that has led to a deep down in the bones kind of tired.
A tired that having embedded itself clings to us like a bad cold we can’t shake and follows us around like a shadow – a shadow always there no matter how dark the night or any shade we might seek in the brightest of days.
We’ve learned as a matter of necessity to push through, to make the best of it, much the same as if we’re not feeling well but compelled to go to work anyway as as we can’t afford the lost time or wages – taking a day off, a luxury we cannot entertain.
In a way some may not understand this rejected luxury motivates the blog, too much catching up to do, too many years of being assaulted by AIM propaganda and abuse.
Too much of the public whoring of who and what we are spilling over from the myth of Peltier that would revise everything we have been and should continue to be.
This isn’t the first time I’ve been referred to as stoic in the day to day, truth is we all are, but stoicism has it’s limits – so I vent in the blog, and leave the generational anger there, not allowing it to dictate the mood of the day or impact relationships.
Every indigenous person in this hemisphere knows this tiredness, it’s a part of our inherited genetic memory, and I sometimes muse about newly discovered uncontacted tribes in the Amazon – what lies in wait for them, how they too will come to know this particular brand of tired, a tired that I believe is inescapable for them – a juggernaut steamrolling everything and everyone in it’s path.
Stoic or angry? For the nations they are conjoined, a defense mechanism, one of many keys to survival.
And yet we find the joys each day contains and revel in them, the joy of simple things, of family, children, friends, loved ones, a strength we have retained, and one that sustains.
A lesser people would have broken long ago -we bend, but we don’t break.