We Are the Enigmas of Our Time – Accept It!

There are all sorts of Facebook groups. Would you believe there’s a group anyone can join called, ‘I have no idea what you just said so I’m just gonna say “yeah” and smile.’ That’s hilarious! It has over 658,000 fans. It’s fascinating being part of the Facebook family, really. I feel very privileged. And the idea behind this group sort of connects with the title and subject of this article.

We’re hardly at home with ourselves let alone others.

A more eclectically abstract way of saying this might be:

Our stunned, nonchalant and unfathomable looks reflect the heart and disposition of a disconnected humanity that cannot ever be reconciled—not apart from us that is. Yet, we breathe and live today in our time and we belong, if not to ourselves, to another—a being we hardly know.

If we are enigmas to all others we can see, feel, hear and touch, we are certainly also enigmas to ourselves. And this is evident, for instance, in our cognitive division and indecision, an incorrigible mess defying intrapersonal rationality.

Hopeless cases… are we? Can we ever come to truly know ourselves? And, by the fact that we struggle to relate with others… can this somehow explain why we’re so uncertain in our own skin?

We have variable successes, give or take, in our affairs with the fellows we’re found entrusted with and to. Moments come and moments go. Keenly sensitive to the severed and disengaged—we range. Unpredictably it seems, we waver.

The point is made: time occasionally finds us giving of ourselves, being sometimes totally at home both with ourselves and others; yet the time’s transient. We can’t hold that space. For the most part, it’s a comprehensive mystery how it comes and how it goes.

We can only ever accept that this being we keep for the time of our physical lives is limited in its capacity and scope and consciousness. This portrays us as conditionally ours and unconditionally the property of the Divine Being.

We’re enigmas because we cannot explain other people, ourselves or our God—not infinitely nor perfectly. We think we can and we’re fooled.

And it’d be okay for us to acknowledge that joining a group called, ‘I have no idea what you just said so I’m just gonna say “yeah” and smile, will in some way help us accept life as it is, able to enjoy it as it comes without recourse to guilt for not being forever connected to other people, ourselves or God.

© S. J. Wickham, 2009.