Insight

Someone once said that beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

That is probably true.

So is stupidity.

Every day we come across people that test us, annoy us and generally make our lives that much less enjoyable.

We think.

I once held a party. Food and drink were in plentiful supply and a good time was had by all. That is until I realised that my 30 year old single malt highland scotch was being mixed with diet coke by one nameless individual.

I was incensed – how could he – Single malt!!! Being the good host that I am I let it go. For that night.

My resolve was never to invite that nameless individual again.

Years later I recounted the story to a good friend of mine. She looked at me strangely.

‘You know mecci, you are the one with the problem.’ She said.

‘What – why?’ I retorted hurt and confused. (Having expected wholehearted approval of my banishment for that unnamed individual.)

‘Well,’ said she, sagely’ the party was held for people to enjoy themselves. The nameless one enjoyed himself drinking your single malt with diet coke. You thinking it is wrong is your problem. You cannot expect all people to live as you wish them to live.’

I was dumbfounded. She was 100% right. I had imposed my sense of appropriate behaviour upon my guest.

What I learned at that moment was that even when you think you are right and justified in your actions and your view of certain people and their actions, you are probably not.

We all see the world through our own eyes and think our own thoughts. Tolerance is your ability to accept that.

I am working on that.

The adventures of Technicolor man in Greyland

There is a land not far away. The land of the grey. Just around that bend.

Grey men live in grey houses, thinking grey thoughts all day long in Greyland.

They eat grey meals and drink grey beer and make merry at a game of grey on grey.

Philosophy is sport in the land of grey. Incessant is the argument of the merits of grey and being grey, much better grey than black or white. They can’t change their stripes. Dogmatic are the black and white. Dogmatic to a fault. Shades of grey are much more tolerant and see life for what it really is, an endless sea of grey.

Greyland is content and the great day of grey is fast approaching. Many visitors are expected for great grey festivities. From far and wide will they roam. Some say even the Opaque might come.

On the day of days a  man like no other came. A man of strange and bewildering appearance. What manner of grey is he? He is not black or white, certainly not opaque. Strangeness upon strangeness.

Technicolor man strode about in technicolor brilliance. Confusing and befuddling where he went.

Some grey men could not see him for all his color. He was too far from grey.

The grey authorities saw him causing puzzlement, disturbing the unity of grey. Contentment was in danger. The grey men had to act.

Of course.

Technicolor man will be buried at the first grey of dawn.

The End