TODAYS EDGE

Today I look forward to doing more concrete. Last night I wrote to the paper about my hospital experience (not sent yet). I felt odd about that because it’s kinda like telling your mother, she did not put enough seasoning on something, telling someone whose hands your life may now or later be in again, that they did something seemingly wrong.

That is one emotional drawback about being honest and responsible at the same time; honest about your own role in an outcome and honest about how honesty remains the best policy. If we are not even allowed to learn from our mistakes, how do we grow?

I cannot stand it when I am accused of something I knew I did not do as described. It can be a point of view issue, but in my life sometimes I was not the one accused of error or mistake. I (or we) can tend to be silent on those too, as we stew in out quietude about being someones fall guy.

As a nation we make some seemingly inexcusable mistakes; an expensive mission to Mars allegedly with two differing math viewpoints not taken into account; we now start wars and claim we have to because of one reason, then another, then another, the we must make good on our mistake, as if once again we will be guaranteed success, but when are we just plane honest about what we are doing? A democracy or honestly free people will not survive the future if this avoidance is acceptable.

Never admit a mistake, or deception, so you do not need to face up to being accountable or learn. Now that is some policy! One that continues pain and loss on all sides, yet which some mistaken abstraction or future promised guarantee we believe we are entitled to, is deserving beyond honest truth filled accountability. We are doomed with that deadly escapism as a new value, as an ever handy political or personal formula that keeps the buck from ever stopping here, unless it is (it seems) to line your loyal subjects pockets that is.

An honest life would not require an abusive tone to address what seems to be a mistake. I am not perfect, as anyone who knows me would surely agree with me on; no argument there. Well I need grant others that same permission to be a fallible human. But to grow we need to know. I can protect damage to an others feelings yet still convey to them lacking information. That is what both friends, workers, and world leaders could do. But how often do I step up to this higher nature of truthful living?

It can be easy to just be “loyal” and hide the truth from friends of your special information. It may make it easy to just hide a truth, but it ultimately makes life both hard, and built on deception. What I know of the Universe, it will not let falseness stand tall. It is destined to fall, one way or another.
Benafia