The thought occurs to me that we are all made up of pieces of history. Now, I’m no molecular biologist or quantum physicist, but I don’t think that conclusion takes that much thinking. Whether you belong to the church of evolution or creation it is very difficult to deny that we are who we were. Jump back a mere two hundred years and look at what and who we are. Granted technology has given us certain advantages previous generations did not have, but at the same time, some of their habits that we cast aside were substitutes for what we are doing in a slightly different way today.
So, what’s the point? As much as everyone says we should study the past so we don’t repeat it in the future…we still do it! Modern conflicts around the world speak volumes to the innate inability of humans to learn from their previous mistakes, to get along together and work with each other to do the right thing.
Perhaps it is our passion, our desire for life, our drive to be the best that propels each of us into these sometimes precarious and regrettable situations.
This then begs the questions: How do we change? While some will argue that change is impossible and that we are defined as who we are from a very tender age, I would disagree. I think change comes about when the logical mind realizes and appreciates the gravity of a situation and is able to accurately determine that changing would bring about a better result or situation. Still it doesn’t seem to happen as often as the simplistic nature of this solution would appear to dictate it should. And there is the crux of the problem, our passions, our will and the red mist that clouds our logical thinking process gets us almost everytime. We become so emboldened by an idea or the thought of an idea we can’t take a step back and give it that once over that would have us scratch our heads and wonder why we thought this was such a good idea.
Fixing the problem. I wish it was as simple as telling someone to take a breath, step back and give the issue a moment to cool off, to settle down, to return to normal. Sadly, we don’t and in the end that is the beauty of the human existence and, ultimately, its peril.
Wanton hubris; it’s one of those phrase you hear so infrequently but just love the way it sounds. Basically, excessive pride and insolence to everyone else, doesn’t that sound like a majority of the civilized world. Someone is always being better, doing something better, etc, etc, you get the point.
There is no pill for it, save perhaps a big fat logical lozenge that most of us simply seem unable to swallow.
The prescription for today: pause, that’s it…just pause. When you’re ready to flip off that person that cut you off…pause. When the kids have milk all over the table and floor for the fifteenth time…pause, when you watch the news and it starts to just infuriate you…pause (and change the channel!).
A very popular soda pop, as my granddad used to call them had a wonderful slogan that we should all try to remember today…”the pause that refreshes”.
What will your pause be today?