Ah, the Borg. A collective unlike any other, one that conquers and terrifies. When I think about how many times I've said "Resistance is futile" and chuckled— ouch.
Star Trek makes me so happy that I whole-heartedly admit my Trekkieness and sincerely confess my love for the Roddenberry-verse. Thank god the original series played on Saturday mornings when I was a kid, no one else in close radius was modelling a future built on humanity's greatest potential (despite our horrific history.
Everyone knows this truth: what we think, say and do matters. It is the most consistent lesson life teaches us.
I've been reflecting on the training I had as a kid, where the words and phrases I heard most frequently from my father: "It's going to be okay, I've got this under control," didn't match what I witnessed on a regular basis—my mother's unrelenting psychosis and cruelty. The process of growing up in that environment was an education in avoiding malice, bitterness and grudges. I learned kindness was the standard to uphold, the true measure of a person, and the best way to heal a fractured heart. And when I found it difficult to be kind to myself, when I gave in to fear and worry—well, those days were longer, harder, meaner.
Years ago, an Ayurvedic doctor told me "This world [this plane of existence] was described by the Rishis as a place of suffering and despair. Meditate."
And I did. For five minutes (math calculated considering age + life expectancy + nonmeditating time).
Sure, I felt bad about that wobbly practice until I heard the On Being interview with Ellen Langer. Mindfulness is a form of meditation for the Western marinated mind.
In whatever way you are able to show up for your life, an act of creation is making a choice for optimism: Long live the resistance.