Currently I have heard many people say they don’t know what to believe and what is right. I think an easy way to find out is to ask yourself, if you were experiencing this or your family or friends would it be okay? Would it seem appropriate? Would you agree to participate in it if it were done to your loved ones? Those questions make it simple. The way you answer has a huge impact on the world we live in and the kind of life you experience.
It reminded me of this poem:
First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out--
Because I was not a Socialist.
Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out--
Because I was not a Trade Unionist.
Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out--
Because I was not a Jew.
Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me.
We are all humans together. While some may live in different places, look different, own different things, have different amounts of money or goods, work in different places, have different careers, like different things, we are all in this together.
We all have bodies we have to take care of which allow us to experience this world. We all love, have disagreements, have preferences and goals. We all catch colds, have cavities, and have to watch what we eat. We all have been young, middle aged and eventually are elders. We are all going to die. No amount of money or power can shield you against any of it. You and everyone else is human. No one is above anything. For someone to think they are is an illusion. And, because we are all in this together we have to respect, protect, care for one another and speak up for each other when we cannot do it for ourselves. To stand for our own truth and the larger truth makes the kind of world that is safe and joyful for everyone.
Remember this poem from high school?:
I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
Or in other words, power is transitory no matter how great it might seem. However, to go down a path that has been shown not to be of benefit to others or ourselves without doing anything about it also seems wrong to me. This is a time to stand in your truth no matter what it is or where it might lead you. To go back to the first poem, who will you speak up for? Who will speak
up for you?
We are all members of the human race. We are all learning. We are all growing. We are all different. We are all the same.
My best to you,
Dianne, Destiny Coach