
At times, I partake in certain activities only because doing them has been deemed socially as the ‘right’ thing to do.
One such instance: attending church.
Once, about two years ago, I went to church on Easter Sunday. It seemed like the right thing to do – visit a place that commemorates Jesus’ resurrection on a holiday thus designed. Everyone good goes to church on Easter. And I didn’t want to do wrong.
…The experience turned out to be bittersweet. Sweet because everyone in church was extremely friendly. --doling out honey-kissed smiles and sun-warmed handshakes. Bitter because no one seemed to know why they were there. It was scary. They chanted what they had memorized and repeated verses following the priest’s lead. But what baffled me is that no one seemed to consciously understand what he or she was saying. What they said was merely ritual. Maybe the conscious understanding of the chants was at one time mindfully processed. But why continue to repeat something that has already been understood?*
Another (recurring) instance: recycling.
I recycle. I am not exactly sure why except for the reason given to me by environmentalists: doing so saves the planet. Well to that I say, “Oh yeah?!”
I’ve been faithful to the cause for a long while now, mindlessly recycling because it is the ‘right’ thing to do. But recently I have been in a state of questioning. Does all this recycling, reducing, and reusing really actually slow the effects of global warming? Shouldn’t I be sure that all of my efforts to save the world are warranted? And, as the economist Steven Landsburg questions, is it the sacrifical ritual of recycling that I and declared environmentalists crave, or do we recycle because of our genuine concern for its consequences?*
Think.
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*With these thoughts of skepticism, I am in no way trying to denounce faith or environmentalism, I am merely trying question why people do what they do. Insightful, humorous, and vengeful comments are greatly appreciated.