I feel my last post was too shallow and I want to dive deeper into attitude. I am a bit afraid, I must tell you, as it is maybe too deep to breathe if we go far.
I have seen a woman with nothing, smile the most beautiful smile I could know.
I have seen a man with everything, exhibit such loathing I could never know.
Why the disparity? Why does luxury, convenience and efficiency, seem to lend itself to negative human emotion, when poverty, inconvenience and need, seem to lend themselves the other way?
Many of us have wished for the “simpler life.” Can it be that affluence and joy can exist at the same time? Is there peace with genius?
Here I am, a white american male; at the pinnacle of “privilege.“ I did not choose this. I was born, against all knowledge that I can have in this life, of where the decision for my existence came from. Yet I am here. Do I feel guilty for that? No. Should I? I don't know.
What I do know is that when I meet someone, regardless of where they are from, or their accent or their color, I judge them one on one thing.
Some may call it “character,” or ”demeanor.”
At the end of the day, attitude, to me, is the recognition of the magnificent miracle of existence in this universe, and the joy that recognition brings.
I have met one who wanders in the wilderness with nothing but rotting fruit as his sustenance. This man's joy was unsurpassed.
I have met one who sleeps in down beds, in mansions, whose depression would drown the world.
And I have met a third. The man who cares for neither, but celebrates the Creator and all that is made.
Be what you want, but know, it is attitude that makes all the difference.