Happy Monday, all!
I don’t think I have mentioned this, or maybe I have in a flippant way, but last year I realized that I didn’t know a damn thing. I mean, I know a lot, about a lot, and I always had an answer for any question, but I woke up one morning and thought, “I don’t know shit.” It was alarmingly profound.
I think this was more of another spiritual/life level, and it was a thought and moment to prepare me for the next chapter of my life, maybe just of life in general that many folks experience. It was at that moment that all of the things I thought I knew, and all of the answers I could give, did not matter. None of it was relevant any longer, and I almost felt as if I was starting from scratch. The biggest thing I really understood was this: my self awareness, while strong, confident and firm, was not a large representation of the collective awareness. My awareness of self ceased to matter because I fully got that, I was very in tune with that, but I needed to go back to a curiosity of my self, yes, but more so a curiosity of the collective whole of people.
We are so wide and varied as a people, and often, good people are looked down upon for many reasons, one of which is lack of religion. Jesus didn’t expect all the people to know what he knew, no, he taught his disciples, to also go teach the people, no matter who they were, what background, what socioeconomics, no matter gender, no matter profession, no matter of anything, he just wanted people to hear the word, to listen and understand it…and he also knew about the self righteous folks who thought more highly of themselves(hello, Mary’s sister), but there were lessons there too. Anyhow, my point is that none of us are perfect, we can all learn, and we need to provide room for people to grow…because we don’t know anything, and you never know when you will be called upon to have room for new knowledge, recognizing that in reality, you don’t know much of anything. I hope this gives you something to ponder this week, or at minimum, cements your thoughts of my deranged ness, which I accept and appreciate-it means I am talking about something uncomfortable. You can’t grow in the comfort zone. With that, let me tell you…
I didn’t really do anything special for anyone today. I worked, and while that is providing a service for another, I get paid so I never feel the need to include that aspect in what I did for others. Who knows what tomorrow holds, and what I may do for myself or for others. What are you doing for you and for others?