Recent events have made me come to the realization that I don’t have all the answers. I’m not really sure how many answers I do have. I’m sure some of you are probably thinking, “Well, duh, no one does.” But I’m serious, that fact or truth hit me like a ton of bricks the other day and it was a very humbling and scary experience.
It made me question my thought process for almost everything I’ve ever done. It made me question all the ‘advice’ I’ve ever given other people. How arrogant and conceited can I be to presume I know enough to tell other people how they should live their lives?
And yet that’s how our society runs. We have all these ‘experts’ – sorry this post is quote mark heavy – that tell us we should eat this or not eat that. We should vote this way or sign a petition because too many people are upset their candidate lost.
Giving advice isn’t even about sharing knowledge or helping others grow and in turn helping ourselves grow anymore. We’ve become so closed-minded as a society that we couldn’t possibly learn anything from someone we deem unworthy. But what makes a person unworthy of our consideration and respect? Making a few ill-advised statements? The way a person looks? Being politically incorrect? Having money? Not having money?
We, as a society, cannot get offended at every little thing and then turn around and do and/or say the very things we’ve been offended by to others and expect to ever reach the level of tolerance and understanding needed to live in peace.
I know I don’t have all the answers and I don’t know everything – I never will. That’s why I rely on the people I come in contact with to help me when I need it. That’s the way this is supposed to work. No one is better than anyone else. We’ve all got to get to the point where we can admit we need other people, and trust that when things don’t go our way someone will be there to help.