Worth doing well

I don't shitpost often. Well maybe I do. It depends on your perspective I guess. I put effort into every post though, and probably more than many.

You probably know the saying, if it's a job worth doing, it is worth doing right and this is how I see posting on Steem. The worth isn't the dollar value though, but that is one of the factors that increasingly comes into play the further the project goes as a successful outcome is a working economy owned, backed and governed by the participants.

I wonder the last time a community of people were able to build their own economy without the reliance on a central authority of control. I wonder how many communes of people who chose to separate from the larger society and set up on their own survived longterm. I wonder how many ideals failed and how many ended up forming what they had been running from in the first place.

When it comes to some things though, an ideal alone is not enough, timing is also required. In regards to the organization of a community, some factors are necessary, some technologies, some conditions. How large can a nomadic community be before it settles down and builds a fixed location, a town, a city? How manageable are resources of tribe when people do not know all of the other members?

I see blockchain as a technology advancement that utilizes the internet spread to question resource allocation and unknown participants in a way that offers new opportunity to reimagine old problems. It is highly interesting to be a part of, one of the early converts to a new tool.

I was saying to my brother the other day that whether we are successful or not, the participation has value as it is striving toward improvement.

One day my daughter might live in a better world because of it and be able to track her father's words to near the start of blockchain history and be thankful.

Or, perhaps we will fail and the world continues to degrade and she will be able to track her father's words and say, at least you tried.

I listened to a German philosopher who grew up after the second World War say that because in the schools they didn't shy away from the history of the horror enacted, "there comes a time in every child's life where they ask their parents, did you know?

I wonder how many parents answered truthfully?

For me, I do not lie to my daughter. If she asks a question I answer to the best of my ability in a way that I think she could understand it. Sometimes it is awkward.

"Daddy, how do boys poo because they have a willy?"

Three year olds aren't very good with anatomy, but what help is it for her if I lie about the questions she has on her mind, how does satisfying her curiosity with nonsense answers encourage her next question? Make a habit of lying to children and it is a slippery slope to manipulated thinking and dishonest discussion.

It might avoid awkwardness though.

"I want the best for my child (as long as it doesn't cause me discomfort)"

But here we are on a blockchain that records our history with accounts like rows of houses on streets within a city owned by a community of familiars and strangers. The doors of each house are open and anyone can walk in and anyone can see all that has taken place inside from the first block laid.

How many are honest representations of the world, how many are lying to the future's children?

It is an interesting look at the world because while their might be consistency in the house, those who are familiar with the resident may recognize the inconsistencies, the flaws between what is said and what is done, fiction and reality.

"I didn't know" loses trust when what one knew is immutable and transparent.

Regardless of outcomes, I hope that when old enough, my daughter will have a chance to walk through this city, down these streets and explore the house of her father. Perhaps it will answer some of her questions, provide some kind of support or at the very least lead her to understand, that I saw this as a job worth doing, and I tried to do it well.

Taraz
[a Steem original ]