Blame…
The path of least resistance for the ego.
I saw a mother begging from house to house while dragging her toddler by her tiny hand, — she suddenly tripped over, unable to keep up with her mother’s pace. The mother immediately yells at the little girl — probably for being careless enough to fall on the road — a little child, whose gross motor skills a far from developed to even a grown child level, and yet this woman has the lack of common sense to blame her child for the fall.
I dug a little deeper into what kind of upbringing the mother herself would have had (drawing from experience and some speculation) — something not too different to what she is providing for her own daughter now.
Cycles repeat.
Lessons remain unlearnt.
The so-called human evolution goes in reverse gear.
It is always easier to find fault with the rest of the world, than acknowledge that you are flawed or (to be kinder to yourself) are still on the learning curve. When you have a shift in perspective, that not everyone had forward thinking parents or were cycle breakers themselves, you find a glimmer of sympathy towards those struggling — and eventually a slow painful acceptance that they are the way they are because of:
‘whos’ , — seed,
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‘whats’ — nourishment,
‘whens’ — consistency,
‘hows’ — positive intention,
that they were exposed to from birth.
All the ‘whys’ flower from those stems.
I revisited my own feelings towards this stranger, dragging her child, door by door, begging for money or a meal to get through the day. The number of years spent on this spinning Earth and appearances have NO real value unless you are actively engaged, questioning, and learning from everything around you. The little girl’s world would TRANSFORM, if the mother had the means and awareness to make drastic changes (that most of us really wouldn’t want to do when we have an easier way out)
I emphasize ‘actively “ — because people who have had the road prepared for them, fed with silver spoon, served with everything on a golden platter, just assume that this is way life is and will always be — until real life hits them smack in the face.
Then they’re sent spinning into a tornado of self-doubt, anger and eventually blame. Because our ego was raised so sensitively, decorated with praise and star stickers, it would be UNBELIEVABLE that the rest of the world would function in such an abominable way! The audacity of it all!
Reality check. No one will care about results as much as YOU must care about your own PROCESS.
I don’t have a cure for poverty or unplanned pregnancies or any worldly issues for that matter, but I guess writing about little things I witness helps me and someone else focus their lens on places that are often blissfully ignored… to think a little differently and beyond our comfort circle.
May we actively engage, question, and learn consistently.
