“Civilization” comes from
surplus. I believe that is a
reasonable summary of one of the premises of grade school social science as I
learned it in the dark ages. At
that point, I think there were tinges of cultural superiority with overtones of
colonialism, but I was about nine and my consciousness had hardly emerged, much
less been raised. It remains true
that when we have to struggle for pure survival, we are perhaps less likely to
develop elaborate architecture, write sonnets, or create action movies.
We have all read or heard or seen
articles about how the end of the world is coming because of (choose any of the
following or invent your own) greed, environmental destruction, new math,
population growth, reality television, violent video games, cell phones, and
the proliferation of kale. We live
somewhere in the tension between the fact that the world will, eventually, have
to end and the fact that it hasn’t ended yet. Some version of this hamster-wheel of thought invades all of
us from time to time as we dash from work to grocery store to dry cleaners to
soccer practice. We are surrounded
by things to do, varieties of stimuli, thoughts, feelings, events.
We get stuck in our heads.
One of the most precious gifts of
exercise, from my point of view, is focus. All the whirl of too much to do, too many thoughts, too many
challenges can spin away with the bike tires. I, and maybe all of us, can benefit from the emphasis on
breath that aerobic exercise brings and the concentration on muscle
coordination that enables heavy lifting.
Fight existential angst: go out and play.