I woke up this morning with a Tash Sultana song stuck in my head. It’s called, “Jungle.” I think she’s talking about her life as a jungle compared to everyone else’s boring 9-5 life. A jungle is alive and sprawling and messy and dangerous. A jungle is what happens when nature has been allowed to do its thing without human intervention. Where has Mowgli gone? How did we let our inner Tarzan escape? We have been so disconnected from our true animal nature that we don’t remember what it’s like to feel wild and free. We are stabled horses grinding at the bit.
We have created a zoo for ourselves. Mentally, we have put ourselves in cages and built a man-made pond and a fake rock for us to sit on while little kids tap on the glass and say, “Look Mommy! The man is picking his nose!” We are specimens being experimented on. The scientists and zoo keepers are curious why the captive humans seem so sad: “Let’s give them some pills and beer and monitor their activity… Oh look! That ones smiling. Let’s keep them on this regimen for awhile. Let’s see how they react to free coffee tomorrow.”
When was the last time you climbed a tree? Most likely you were a happy child. What’s changed since then? Oh right, responsibilities, work, and now we’re adults. We can’t be seen climbing a tree! How obscene and childish that would be!
We need to do everything in our power to try and get back to that childish spirit we once had. We need to roll back the layers of information and learning and experiences we’ve had and try to bring our mind back to the wonder and excitement about the world that a young child has.
Just take an extra second to look around you throughout your day. You might notice something you never knew was there.