My lights went out yesterday. Not for long. Just long enough to cut the power to all the clocks in the house, shut down the television and reboot the computers. A squirrel could have lost his life in a transformer. Or a lever may have been pushed accidently in the main station. It doesn't matter. It happens. We reset the clocks and push all the breakers, and start all over again.
Many of life's intrusions are mistakes, mishaps, or misunderstandings.
Sometimes we make mistakes. We see something someone does and we presuppose we know why they do it. We hear something someone says, or read something someone has written, and we presume to believe the motive behind their words, the intent of their words and rationale for their words. We, being the analytical creatures we are, then make a judgment of that person based upon our own assumptions and suspicions. Some times we know the person intimately and because we do, we feel we have license to confront them and take issue with them regarding their actions. Sometimes we don't know the person, and rather than approach the offending person with an inquiry to determine if we are correct in our assumptions, we simply conclude we are right and go right for the jugular and tell the offending person where they are wrong, and even why they are wrong, and what they should have done or said differently.
So. It happens. People accuse. People are accused. People issue apologies. People accept apologies. But then there are the lingering questions. There are inflamed bystanders...people who carry their own sack of justice, presumptions, and ill-will. Some do not need answers. They just want to throw stones from glass houses and opine their own demons and transfer them to others. Some do want answers. They want to know why it happened. And the communication begins in earnest. It's then, many find purpose for life's unfair intrusion upon life in motion.
What can be learned? What could have been said or done differently? What can be said or done if it happens again? Instead of wallowing in self-pity or crying foul, one simply pushes delete, accepts what is from what was and moves on into a brighter day. Life is a series of circumstances, choices and decisions. We don't always pick the best course of action. Sometimes we are treated unfairly. Sometimes we treat others unfairly. But we grow, we change, we get better--not bitter. And the light that goes out for a moment in time, is really nothing more than a flickering loss of power. And once the power is restored...the light shines brighter than before in a world of darkness and gloom. selahV
[copyrighted, 2009, SelahVToday, hariette petersen]
