I really don’t know anymore. Shootings in churches and synagogues, hate for almost any group of people you can name. Me, me, me…in thought and action. Have I lived too long?
All this anger and hate and distrust of the other…all this focus on what “I” want or need and “to hell with you”…all this fear that something “I” want will be taken by the other…I feel so helpless to impact this society as it combusts.
Sometimes it feels like the world is spinning out of control and the only thing that can stop it is a divine intervention…and that is not me. I am but a piece of sand in the whole scheme of it all.
This weekend, another angry man who blamed others for whatever was wrong in his worldview, shot people who were at worship. It seems that people in general are always seeking outside for someone to blame for their life events. I know that I have, at times. But to be mature means to take responsibility for the choices we make in life…and not doing anything is making a choice. It is not our parents or the teachers or anyone else who is to blame for who we are. We have free will…the will to choose our way…and who we will be.
So…this grain of sand is going to be the best grain of sand she can be. She is going to rub up against others, respectively, but definitely. She is going to stand for decency in how she interacts with those who serve her in any capacity. She is going to understand when things are frustrating and take responsibility for her feelings and refuse to blame others. She is going to be kind. She is going to offer help – even if it is a listening ear. She is going to be the best darn piece of sand on that whole beach!
“I alone cannot change the world, but I can cast a stone across the waters to create many ripples.” -Mother Teresa
Feathers of My Mind 