It’s so easy to believe that our opinions of life and events are simply a descriptive fact- analyzing, categorizing, and labeling life’s moments. In fact, our opinions are NOT fact, nor are they the thing that they are supposed to be describing. They are opinions…INTERPRETATIONS of events, and the only thing that makes them real is us believing that they are fact itself. Peel back the wrapping to see the hidden truth inside…
We spend all of our time striving, competing, trying to accumulate and win the game. Some of us have moved beyond this and do what makes us happy. In the end, however, the only thing that endures is the memory of us in others, and the memory of how we weathered the storms of our lives. So, hunker down, or get back up…your story is yet to be told.
We think that we are one person…it’s just me.
But to everyone who knows us, we are another person…to them.
Maybe we’re all of them, maybe none.
What would it say about you, if you could not be offended, no matter what anyone said; if you remained calm in the face of any storm, and you simply attempted quiet adaptation to any situation? What then, does it say about our culture when we are offended at the slightest suggestion that differs from our own, that we are so enraged at what someone did that we have to verbally attack them via an innocuous bird chirp, and that, when all is said and done, if the world would simply stop being as it is and be what we think it should be…then we could be happy.
What does that say about us?