What makes you think your right? Isn’t life too complicated to think we can sum it up in a few words. Simplicity soothes our ego but to what disaster do we fall victim to our narrow understanding of others. Blame and finger pointing our game?
Little Face Alexander Calder, 1943, Museum of Contemporary Art, Chicago
I like to believe my personal statements are absolute truth. The danger is feeling proud and relishing in everyone telling me how smart i am. Shouldn’t we deny ourselves some satisfaction?
Humble feasts are important to feed upon.
While at the Museum of Contemporary Art, a little girl stood with her mother, looking at the piece posted above. The mother asked the girl if she liked it. The little girl replied, “It scares me.” And off they took.
I stood there thinking how many people scare me. The know-it-alls with wisdom spewing from empty hearts. No glance my way, for whatever reason.
I believe we should consider Murphy’s Law and every exception to the rule. It is great if others agree with us. Fantastic if they don’t. Right? Because then we have something to talk about, discover and learn together. Remember what we thought was flat, was round and what was heavy, perhaps while carrying around our child for months, was actually lighter than first perceived. It was our weariness, not theirs, that made life disagreeable for us.
We all want to feel good about ourselves. If it helps to believe your right, get lost in your thoughts. Just don’t hate me when i disagree. This is when truth is finally fully unmasked in everyone.
When we finally realize we are all made of found parts; pieces here. Notions there. Button noses and fake hair. Is when we begin to add the beautiful decorative pieces of ourselves to form full humanity.
Museum of Contemporary Art, Chicago. I have named it Snow Day in Eternal Sunshine.
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