Differences

jon laa wrote on May 12th, 2009, 1:42 am

Very often we root ourselves in what we can and what others cannot, at the same time not putting enough emphasis on what others can and what we cannot.

That doesn’t mean I don’t root myself in what I can, or think it is a bad idea altogether. I do take great comfort in what I can, and I suppose I could anchor my security upon them.

The world would be a much better place if we share what we have, if we not only just share but also help others see what they do not realise in themselves, if we give others time.

In our own time we grow into somebody different, we see different perspectives, we think, feel and act differently.

I do suppose, also, that we are all made differently. Nonetheless it doesn’t mean some are entitled to their opinions while others aren’t, neither does it mean anyone is less deserved to be heard, has a smaller voice than any other. My point being that your opinion matters - I wouldn’t say your-vote-counts - but what you have to offer in your self, in your lack of security, courage to speak, and small feeble voice, is an opinion deserved to be heard, ready to shade another’s perspective.

But your selfishness to yourself through deprivation is none of our business.

Because we are responsible for our own.

And every other selfishness would be our, or mine, business. Being our fault, mine.

There is a greater world out there, I believe.

I believe, also, that everybody deserves a smile.

People who deserves more time, forgiveness, pardons, understanding, time than what we are already giving, maybe more than what we can ever give.

Because God, I believe with the many others, made the world functionally beautiful. And it isn’t entirely my fault it is screwing up, though it would be mine if I do nothing to stop it. For that, I start with myself.

And shut up if you think I am not doing a good job, because I am trying. Precisely my point, we deserve more time, understanding, pardons, forgiveness than what we could ever give others, what others could ever give us.

The world is so pretty, don’t you think?

No? Then try harder, it is not yet too late to discover. Of course, you can choose to live in your fugly world till you breathed your last.

One thing I am not agreeable with, though, is that we are made to love. To love our enemies, neighbours - such waste of emotion. I will get back to that, when I can. But trust me, I do love a lot. Just so much that I am incapable of doing it myself. Of course I can’t. Of course.