Small Fish in a Big Pond

The world is full of opinions and here I am, shamelessly adding one more! That’s the fun part with blogging. All of us contribute to a buffet of thoughts and everyone gets to choose what they put on their plate and what they don’t. 

I muse about things and recently I had an epiphany of sorts and came to a simple enough conclusion – ‘Never answer a question that hasn’t been asked.

If you’re questioning why I’m doing exactly what I’m advocating not to do (by offering my seemingly unsolicited opinion), then I have to say you’re amazingly logical and clear minded. 

But there’s a teeny chance that you may be on a slightly different wavelength from me and not everything I say may make sense to you. And of course, there’s certainly nothing wrong with that. 

But if you  choose to stay and hear my ‘two bits’, I’ll explain. After all, I see myself as a little fish in a big pond (of ideas and opinions) and I happen to love the pond I’m in. 

I’ve discovered for myself, that people often cannot hear the answer to a question that they haven’t personally asked – in one form or another. (I say that because  a lot of people are actually asking questions on a vibrational level, meaning that they often wonder about stuff they’re focussed upon, although they may not actually put it in words.)

In my case, I happen to enjoy thinking about the dynamics of life – why things happen and how they do. And I take great delight in talking about it. Yet a lot of people think this is a futile exercise because they believe that there aren’t ever going to be any concrete answers. 

I know this is not all about me, but my recent illness may have served as a catalyst to help me dig deep for answers. I must admit though – I’ve always had a long list of questions. 

I guess I’m so happily curious about the questions I ask, that I receive the answers that I’m looking for (or rather, answers that satisfy me) with relative ease. 

It seems a lot like happenstance, but many answers appear to pop out of nowhere, in random places. I could be browsing the internet and something I’ve been wanting to know just seems to show up. I’m convinced that this is really Law of Attraction in action.

I’m convinced this happens to all of us, yet  a lot of people don’t really acknowledge that it does, because it just seems too random. 

Whenever I discover something new, I’m eager to share it with anyone who’s willing to listen. And I used to wonder why everyone was not overly excited to hear my ‘theories’.

I now understand that that’s because they’d not been asking the same questions as I was, and therefore my newly discovered insights to them were just as expendable as unwanted forwarded messages!

I suspect this is what the generation gap is all about. Adults “know” the answers to most things kids don’t really care about because they have a different perspective on life. Yet as their perspective changes, suddenly everything their parents said, begins to make sense. 

I can’t help thinking of Mark Twain’s humorous observation, which makes me smile each time I recall it.

When I was a boy of 14, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be 21, I was astonished at how much the old man had learned in 7 years.

(Now I’m sure there’ll be someone who’ll challenge the logic of this quip. They will undoubtedly be the ones I suspect are asking questions that are very different from my own).

As for me – when I became a mum, my own mother moved up several notches really really rapidly;)

© 2018 G.A.I.L

Advertisements

The Cookie Thief

I absolutely love this poem and can’t help sharing it. Not only is it beautifully written, but it makes such an excellent point!

THE COOKIE THIEF     by Valerie Cox

A woman was waiting at an airport one night, with several long hours before her flight. She hunted for a book in the airport shops, bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.

She was engrossed in her book but happened to see, that the man sitting beside her, as bold as could be. . . grabbed a cookie or two from the bag in between, which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene.

So she munched the cookies and watched the clock, as the gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock. She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by, thinking, “If I wasn’t so nice, I would blacken his eye.”

With each cookie she took, he took one too, when only one was left, she wondered what he would do. With a smile on his face, and a nervous laugh, he took the last cookie and broke it in half.

He offered her half, as he ate the other, she snatched it from him and thought… oooh, brother. This guy has some nerve and he’s also rude, why he didn’t even show any gratitude!

She had never known when she had been so galled, and sighed with relief when her flight was called. She gathered her belongings and headed to the gate, refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate.

She boarded the plane, and sank in her seat, then she sought her book, which was almost complete. As she reached in her baggage, she gasped with surprise, there was her bag of cookies, in front of her eyes.

If mine are here, she moaned in despair, the others were his, and he tried to share. Too late to apologize, she realized with grief, that she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief.

———-

I dare say all of us are guilty of going down unnecessary rabbit holes once in a while, based on a perception that may be clouded or incorrect. I think this poem is a perfect reminder of just how human we all are!

© 2018 G.A.I.L