Ok, so I’ve been silent. Blame it on what you may: busyness, weariness, speechlessness. Any of the above would be true.
But my silence has been more than that. It’s been reflective. It’s been intentional. At times, I’ve been tempted to start a post based solely on my opinions, my frustrations, and viewpoint on current world events… but as I type, I wonder, “What can I say, that hasn’t already been said?”
What can I write that not a million other souls have expressed in various ways on social media, news commentaries, or other outlets? And all speaking with such certainty, such passion.
They KNOW things. And they share these things eagerly. Because they know that everyone on the opposing side is wrong, and they alone have the right point of view.
The only thing I know without a doubt, is that I don’t have a hot clue what is true or not anymore. Everyone has an argument and a professional who backs up their points. And who has the wisdom to say which of them is right?
Opinions aside, I feel quite tiny as I watch the world: Grasping desperately for some sort control, instead of facing the facts… there is nothing about our current world that is IN our control.
Is staying home, locked away and fearful, really “having control”?
Is “staying safe” actually within my ability to control? Can I ever guarantee my own safety or the safety of those around me?
Is a mask a fool proof way of keeping the virus out? Just ask the many healthcare workers who’ve worn mask day after day, only to test positive.
There are no absolute safe guards. Eventually one has to come to terms with the fact that COVID-19 and the passionate responses of everyone around them to the pandemic are completely and utterly out of our control.
The governments rules and regulations are out of our control.
Is the virus serious? To some, it is.
Has it been overblown? To some, it has.
Are we doing the right things? Are we making mistakes?
Not even “the professionals” seem to know.
Still with all that we don’t know, people are shouting things with more conviction and force than ever before.
And I’ve been silent.
Quietly protesting an overly vocal world. My silence is my protest. It says: I’m tired of being one of the screaming voices who wants to be heard, I want to be one who listens.
Ha! Actually listening… There’s an old fashioned concept! Listening to both sides; stopping and considering before forming a response.
Not responding when I disagree.
My focus these COVID days?
Treating others as human beings. Learning that I don’t have all the answers. Realizing that most of life is out of my control.
And then coming to terms with it.
Today my son, my precious son, made me so angry I could barely breathe.
He flooded our new, almost finished, basement that we’ve been working on for the past few months. Plugging the upstairs drain and forgetting to turn off the tap, the water ran… down the particle board vanity, onto the floor, into the floor vent.
Drip, drip, drip. Into the ceiling tiles, the light fixture. Pouring down the wall onto the laminate floor. Swelling everything that was not made to soak in water.
A simple action out of my control.
Had I taught him better? Of course.
Had I been working 12 hour days to finish the basement before October? Absolutely.
But, the mistake that was made was completely out of my control.
And it’s funny what humans do when they suddenly find themselves out of control: They turn to anger.
Anger, as we all know, is actually the polar opposite of having control. It makes us out of control. Anger is a false sense of control.
Of course, I exploded. Of course, I lashed out in anger. But in the end, it did nothing for my situation. My basement was still damaged. The only control I could have in the matter was to fix the damage that had been made: Both the external damage of my sons mistake, and the internal damage of my angry words.
The only control I really have, is self-control. But do I have it?
Control, then, is not my angry or fearful responses, but my rational ones.
In order to find peace with this crazy world, I have to choose to accept that things I can not change, change the things I can, and have the wisdom to know the difference. (Paraphrased from Reinhold Niebuhr).
Silence is control.
Listening is control.
Humility is control.
Asking for forgiveness is control.
And so my silent protest is a plea: “Humanity: Let’s take back control… of ourselves.”