And that’s what I did. I emailed Derek Sivers.
“Instead of clearing his own heart the zealot tries to clear the world. The laws of the City of God are applied only to his in-group (tribe, church, nation, class, or what not) while the fire of a perpetual holy war is hurled (with good conscience, and indeed a sense of pious service) against whatever uncircumcised, barbarian, heathen, “native,” or alien people happens to occupy the position of neighbour.”
How arrogant of me, to think that I could force people to change. To think that by the power of my will, people would stop whatever they’re doing and do something different.
This kind of thinking is what a good friend calls “being a dictator in someone else’s life.” It’s a dangerous, pointless exercise. You can’t change others. You can only change yourself and hope that through the power of example, you inspire others to do the same.
It’s the classic storytelling rule coming in again.
Show, don’t tell.
Or as the cliche goes: be the change you wish to see in the world.