(This brief excerpt was scripted entirely by dictation)
A few days ago I shared the above meme to my Facebook page because I thought it was a neat idea. But as with most things that I post to social media, I have an opportunity to reflect each and every time I get a notification. And the conclusion that I came to on this weekend of “thanks” is that being a decent human being costs everything!
There’s so many good people in the world. There are so many bad people in the world. The most humble good people don’t realize the enormity of their goodness. The worst people in the world are proud of their badness. But then there’s the rest of us who fall in that gray area. We try to be good and do the best that we can. We make mistakes just like everybody else. And when we mess up we try to correct our ways. We are a breed of people.
However there is another breed of people: The kind of people who believe that they are doing the right thing but in fact do not realize the error of their ways. No matter what you tell them; no matter what they see; no matter what they read; they hold their own truths to be self-evident. And these people don’t care what I think. They don’t care what you think. They only care about what they believe is right.
We perceive these people as dangerous. We ponder, “if only they would use their powers for good and not evil…” But how could they? They believe their way is right. They believe their way is the only way. They justify their behavior. They want us to see the error of our ways. To them, we are ignorant, self-righteous, and naïve. Those are fighting words. Fighting words? Is this why we are fighting now?
And so to say that it cost zero cents to be a decent human being is in itself questionable. It cost us everything! It cost us money. It cost us fame. It cost us our sanity. It cost us our family. It cost us our relationships. It cost us our faith. It cost us so much…
You can’t put a dollar amount on those expenses. It’s immeasurable
It’s quite a hypocrisy when we are thankful on Thursday but rushed out to buy things that we don’t have on Friday (pretending as if those things we are buying or for someone else).
And so we have conflict hours after we fill our bellies. As we watch the game or try to refrain from having controversial conversations at the dinner table, we will slip away and at least glimpse at the sales ads and think of the next 23 days ahead. We will drive home tomorrow warm houses or apartments. We will talk our children in and cuddle up with a good book, a Facebook Feed, or more likely a blockbuster movie. We will escape our worries for a few hours more before we are bombarded with the conflict in the world. Tomorrow is a new day. Embrace it…