"Criticism is something you can easily avoid by saying nothing, doing nothing, and being nothing." ~ Aristotle
Today you pen furious notes about how dissatisfied you are with the process. You will post those notes to your internet space to ensure that your opinion is the one that is heard and/or the one that is heard the loudest. I will keep my objections to myself and continue the work that “we” do.
While you stand screaming about the judgments made by those who did the work, demanding that you get what you want when you want it and exactly the way that you want it, I am reviewing the documents “we” crafted to see what is the best way I can help you.
While you were opining about how people are stupid and lazy and unwilling to get involved in the process, I answered the call for volunteers. By the way, I did not see your name on that list.
While you spend most of your time raging against the machine, I continue to try to improve it. I do this for personal reasons that have nothing to do with the fact that you rage even louder when your commitment to the machine is called into question.
While you hurdle insult after insult and insist your perspective of things is the only correct one, I am quietly researching “our” methods and polling “our” people to see what merit is in your concern. I strive to be of open heart, to listen to what you have to say, and consider your position before responding to your vitriol.
While you are “expressing your right to free speech” I am sloshing through the muck and debris you left in my path to ensure that “we” all have such rights.
There is a saying that believing one’s version of the truth doesn’t make it the actual truth.
There is a saying that 1% of the people do the work and the other 99% complain about how they did it.
There is a saying that every experience presents us with a unique opportunity to choose how we will respond. I choose to believe that you don’t realize how caustic and damaging your behavior is.
There is a saying that every wound we experience in adulthood is really just the reopening of an original familial wound. We give ourselves permission to be re-wounded when we decide to love/trust someone new.
You were family.
That is over now.
There is a saying that no one comes into our lives without a purpose. I don’t know why I was put in your life but I’ve come to believe that you were put in mine to show me that which I never want to be.
