Where Is The …….?
February, the month famous for the outpouring of love has left us. Appropriately selected, it is also International Boost Self Esteem month. Don’t let year it has been different. Love was supposed to be in the air. February is supposed to be the month of love. That love shouldn’t departed when February took away its flurry of red sashes, shattered hearts, chocolates, and roses. Yes we all have our moments. By now all of us have the realization that we are not in this world alone. Who knew posing outside of the Governor’s ball would lead to an arrest?
Sometimes good intentions should have remained a fleeting thought before we inflict them upon others. You know who you are. Admittedly, I have been guilty of bad behavior more than once. Fortunately, somebody called me on it. There is never an excuse for lack of civility. So it’s easy to spot an offender. Lately the privileged (those of past fame, wealth or employed) have found new ground. Our cultural events are the playground for snubbing former colleagues and making headlines. No ticket to the Governor’s party, no problem. Just slap Joe Worker and demand an apology the next morning. That will teach them to remember that you are a celebrity looking for the next tragedy.
Let’s take this a few steps further. Why don’t all of us enjoying the benefit of a fruitful life just avoid eye contact with the homeless? Or better yet refuse to interview any candidate unemployed longer than six months. Is there not humanity in their eyes? Perhaps next time we could be more compassionate regarding what we inflict on others. Just remember, if not for grace. . . Consider the provocative words below:
Whatever the movements of the soul, the spirit, the sensibility that are manifested in one’s work, and whether the state is one of anguish or even despair, one’s art inevitably bears the sign of… this liberation, this sublimation which evokes in us a finished form.” – Frank Martin
Good deeds…hmm. Probably not next time. An arrest, public humiliation, and ridiculous headlines could have been avoided if somebody could have helped Ms. Sean Young into the party. On the other hand, who among us would accept responsibility for that embarassing outcome? I’m just saying….