Sunday, September 18, 2011

Open The Door

Labor to keep alive in your breast that little spark of celestial fire called conscience.

George Washington
Hello Linda
One of the things I regret the most from my youth was having to make unfair and unnecessary adaptations in my speech and attitudes in order to accommodate the people around me. If I expressed my own opinion about something it was usually belittled, ridiculed and criticized. Furthermore, it was generally agreed upon by everyone that until a person reached the age of 21 he was completely incapable of thinking for himself. So that when I did make a statement I heard a scornful "Oh, is that so." or "Where did you hear that?" or other such comments. People thought they were correcting me when all they were doing was disagreeing with me.

In order to protect myself from this moral misdemeanor I learned, early on to not only keep my mouth shut but to act like I agreed with everyone. I got so good at it that I actually convinced myself I believed in certain things that weren't true. I didn't realize then what a betrayal of myself I was causing.

I began to believe that certain behavior was correct because the group of people I was with behaved that way. I developed prejudices and biases that were based on nothing. I formed attitudes about things that conformed to those around me. I did whatever I needed to so that I would be approved of and not criticized and harshly judged by others. In short I gave myself away.

I did make friends, real ones. And at first I was puzzled by why they approved of things that I had convinced myself were wrong. But slowly my horizon began to change. I was actually opening up some closed doors in my own thinking and to accept ideas that had been hidden behind those doors gathering dust. I started to ask myself what I really thought about something and to reason it out rather than to fall back on a safe and previous attitude. My words became better and less judgmental and my behavior improved. I was discovering my conscience.

I felt vigorous about leaving the unreasonable behind and standing on better moral ground. Rather than to conform, I became a vagabond. Rather than to satisfy the normality, I became an artist. And rather than agree with the inane I found a sense of humor.

Such a thing doesn't happen overnight. It takes a life.

The Vagabond
May you always have enough hay for your horse and wood for your stove.
And never give up.


The end of Summer is fast approaching, people. 5 days left.

It's a long, hot, wet, sticky summer, so here's a hot, sticky question for you.

Same sex marriage. Should it be legal or not? If so, why? If not, why not?

21 interesting answers so far.

You have until the last day of summer, but don't dally.
I eagerly await your answer.



Dannelle said...

May your computer never die, the world needs to read your wisdom and parctice your philosophy. Great entry.

Dannelle said...

Opps sorry, I have misguided fingers today. PRACTICE your philosophy!

Liz said...

Wow! You really did slay a few dragons there :)

Rose said...

I loved this post!

I'd love to live in your brain for a day or, you surely have a lot going on in there and all so very interesting.

Hugs, Rose