“On truth as a personal compass and means of changing the world” as a title already sounds somewhat philosophical. A topic that seems evasive as its subject. What does it even mean? And, what is truth, anyway. Many philosophers and normal people since the beginning of humanity have wrestled with what truth is. No doubt some people have asked and will ask, “What is truth?”.
It’s about a year since Ahmed “Kathy” Kathrada passed away. Kathy fought apartheid alongside icons like Nelson Mandela. Mandela, South Africa and the world at large held Kathy in high esteem. I write this shortly after reading breaking news of Winnie Madikizela-Mandela‘s passing. Winnie fought apartheid. Her and Nelson were married at some point. She was 81.
For some reason I was thinking about the anniversary of Kathy’s death when I saw the news about Winnie. Hence the references to them. When Nelson Mandela passed away I thought about what makes a great legacy. I wrote some of my thoughts here. Thinking about Kathy and Winnie, again, made me think about the nature of legacies and how we remember people.
The world is a big and small place, all at the same time. Beyond the geography, it is vast in diversity. The Internet and means of transport obliterated time and geographic divides. We now get to meet more people from places and cultures than generations before us. As a result, we’re all talking but don’t always understand each other. This makes creating understanding in diversity critical.
I’ve just had an experience with a service provider I felt I couldn’t articulate well. After a rant to my wife and further thinking, I came up with the phrase: “elusive system failure”. Yep, like most systems when it comes to customer care, it barely serves or saves the customer. At least that’s how I feel right now. The irony is that the very systems put in place to help me, as a customer became the thing that kept me out.
Milestones often trigger reflection. At least for me. I don’t know if I can call today a milestone. Perhaps it is more like the inevitable we all can’t and never will escape. Sounds gloomy, right? Not really. To put it modestly, we all advance in years. Our responses to experiences in the past, are our reality today. I’ve said it before, thinking about the rest of my life doesn’t freak me out. But, here is another year, and I think on the rest of my life, again.