Just another traveler on life’s highway hanging out in the slow lane. It’s quiet. It’s peaceful. Beyond the horizon is rest beckoning me. Green pastures, still waters, my cup overflows. Surely goodness and mercy will follow me.
Sometimes sobriety comes in small doses. That infinite wisdom called experience knows when we are ready for an increased fix of maturity – a commodity sorely lacking in our addictions. What’s that you say? You always were mature? Maybe we can talk about that in another post.
I have only myself as a barometer for comparison. I am not who I used to be, I am not who I’d like to be, but, thank God I have a sober mind to guide me on the ‘clean and serene’ path. That includes the maturity index. When I think I’ve got it down pat, I do something absolutely stupid and inane. A mini inventory and a sincere apology to those offended cleans my slate and puts me again on that clean and serene path. I know that this will be a continuing lifetime process. Act stupid, apologize, regroup. Act stupid, apologize, regroup.
As I travel this road, I become more acutely aware of the immaturity displayed by those in my life, sometimes family and friends, but more often celebrities and national leaders. We have all heard in our recovery circles the words, “Too bad he doesn’t have our program.”
Indeed, too bad they don’t have our program. Too bad they haven’t embraced growth and maturity. No, don’t call it a judgmental thing; rather, it is seeing life through a different set of lenses. Judging is a matter between that person and his/her God. However, I do compare. Would I be comfortable speaking as he does? Would I be able to conduct myself as she does? If not, is there something wrong with me?
And all I have upon which to rely is me and my path. My path has brought a severely broken man to a mildly challenged man. It has, again and again, reminded me that there is something much greater than that universe which spins between my ears. A world of other humans, just like me, aspires just like me, and hurts just like me. They endure the hardships of their lives and search for answers. They experience joy and heartbreak – just like me. The greatest bit of wisdom which I’ve realized is that I am not the center of existence. My life is but a grain of sand in the desert, a drop of water in the ocean. But, when co-existing peaceably and maturely with other grains and other drops, I become we and we become massive forces in this life’s experience.
I find myself, in today’s political atmosphere, questioning motives and behaviors of the nation’s leaders. I sometimes can’t agree or disagree because my barometer doesn’t gauge some of the stupidity and ignorance which I see. What’s wrong with them? Why are they behaving like children? Where is the respect and maturity which most of us have learned to embrace in our everyday lives? How can a national leader show such crass disrespect for a war-time hero? How can men and women of national prominence be so self-involved?
I guess they are not part of the same deserts and oceans which you and I are building. Maybe they need a program like the one we have. Maturity with respect heals the greatest of differences, creates a bridge to enlightenment. I can only pray for their healing, be a voice for change, and then vote my conscience in November.
How about you?
One Reply to “maturity with respect”
I only wish that all national leaders were wise and compassionate. Sadly, far to many of them aren’t. All we can do is vote our conscious and act in the way that we know is right. (Which, for most of us, does include a lot of apologies throughout our life! None of us are perfect, the key is to recognize when we’re out of line and make amends, I think.)
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