Talking to Myself
Lord knows I can’t save the world. Yet I have this silly little thought in the back of my head telling me I can. I can’t even understand why I do the things I do sometimes, let alone tell someone else what is right and wrong for them. I guess I’ll just bless those that come in contact with me and keep it moving. I don’t have the energy and intelligence to save them all… and then I ask myself, “Who am I to criticize someone for how they are living?” It is easy to slander someone when I am on the outside looking in. I am sure even the Somalian pirates have rhyme and reason as to why they do what they do. Who knows what motivates or provokes people to do what they do? I believer there are bigger driving forces in life then just money alone. Maybe knowledge isn’t for everyone. Who am I to say that ignorance isn’t serving some significant purpose? Ignorance keeps many people employed on many levels in today’s society.
I am not rambling off today; I am simply telling myself that I can’t save them all. At times I get so caught up telling myself that I can, that I miss out on what is important. Lately, I haven’t been giving the appropriate energy to my family and I can see the effects of it. Thinking I can save the world had me kind of selfish for a while. I have to give more Maurice to Maurice’s family instead of using them as my secretaries. Even from behind this wall I can see how easy it is to lose perspective. I am glad I have the ability to check and correct myself. I can’t save the world but I can save my family.