The vast majority of people are idiots. Vox Day has it as the acronym MPAI, and I think he holds it at 90%. I tend to agree but that still leaves an awful lot of people left over in that 10% range. And yet, still there there is so much dismal failure in that remaining 10%. So much inability to grasp what is happening and even if they do grasp it, to do something about it entirely for themselves, let alone anyone else.
These people are indeed not idiots. Rather, they are lazy and incurious. This is especially damning today when considering the vast amount of leisure time available to most people. For me, a contrarian is someone who goes against the grain, not for the sake of being belligerently different or non-conformist, but rather because he seeks the truth and is not lazy in his pursuit of it.
I myself am lazy in many things. I have spent a great deal of my life procrastinating. I did not go to university for various reasons, but a major one was that I could not be bothered to do so. I did not seek enrollment because I already knew that it would not hold my interest. That this has proved in time to be a blessing is merely happenchance.
In school I did not do well also because I could not be bothered. I did not rebel; I merely did the very bare minimum in order to pass by the skin of my teeth. My outlook was colored by my parents’ divorce. That turning upside down of my world meant that all bets were off. If they would not uphold their end of the family bargain, why would I then seek to uphold mine? Thus, a formally straight A student went to a D minus. I was fortunate back then that the attitude was that divorce did not affect children, so I was left alone. Today, I would be pounced on and most probably convinced that I need to transition to being a girl, a modern euphuism for having one’s dick chopped off.
But I have found in my adult life that I will work extremely hard when the mood takes me, when my interest is piqued, or when circumstances dictate it. But mostly when I am not satisfied with what people are telling me. A good example of that is from my first book when I was struck down by an illness. I refused to accept the standard medical line on the treatment for what was ailing me; instead I went in search of a real cure and real information. A search for truth. And I was successful.
Today, almost thirty years later, the medical establishment’s line remains the same.
I have taken the same prodigy of effort in my search for a real Catholic church in which to gain spiritual nourishment. I had originally assumed that I had found one; that is, until the cowardly priest immediately closed the doors in the face of pressure from bureaucrats with flimsy excuses relating to the diseased state of things. Such a diseased state is indeed real. But it is a spiritual state rather than a physical one. Show me rotting bodies in the street and I will believe that it is a plague.
For me to worship in church is now a three hour round trip, rather than a leisurely ten minute bicycle ride to my former church. But I do not begrudge the journey. In fact, I value it, for every kilometer at the wheel is in service to worship God. It took a great deal of effort to find such a church and it takes continued effort to attend. In this case, one cannot be either lazy or incurious in order to have such an outcome. Nor can one be satisfied with the status quo or implicitly trust authority.
The majority of the 10% will complain but remain in stasis. At all times, you have the power to affect your outcome. This power waxes and wanes depending on your circumstances. But it is always there. In the end, the only excuse you have for not obtaining a goal is yourself.