It used to be “Hello”, “Hey” , “How you been?”. Now, it’s some variation of “Wow, crazy, huh?”
Which sounded like the logical thing to say the first thousand times that I heard it. Until I got to thinking and you know what they say—
Thinking can be dangerous thing if you have too much time to do it.
With that in mind I decided it was time to take a risk and start sharing.
This is what I’m thinking.
Is it really now that’s crazy? Or were we already crazy?
Crazy enough to not remember the last time we told a significant other we loved them.
Crazy enough to not remember the last time we called a brother, a sister, aunt, uncle, friend to say hello? And speaking of hellos, crazy enough to make looking away, or down at our phone our nations preferred social greeting.
Crazy enough to substitute fast food for a home cooked meal, highways for main streets, a text for a conversation, an opinion for an education.
Crazy enough to think that giving our children things will somehow make up for not spending time with them. Or that we weren’t the biggest and in most ways the only role models they have.
Crazy enough to listen to the loudest voice instead of the smartest, or kindest. To forget that humility is a strength and compromise an art.
Crazy enough to walk past a man living on the street without our heart breaking, to throw away food while others are hungry, to complain when others make due with so much less.
Crazy enough to have forgotten that gratitude is what feeds the soul.
Crazy enough to think that addicts want to be that way, that a criminal is beyond redemption, that the poor aren’t capable, or that another race or gender or orientation was born inferior.
Crazy enough to think that if we just had X.Y or Z-- THEN, THEN we would be happy even though the previous X,Y or Z never did.
Crazy enough to not listen to the experts that are telling us we are destroying our planet. Or to our own heart that tells us that focusing on differences instead of our common desires is destroying our country not to mention our ability to get a good night’s sleep.
Crazy enough to forget that we all want basically the same things.
To love and be loved. That our children have it just a little better than we did.
Crazy enough to think things can’t change.
Well, you get the idea. So now it’s your turn. Tell me… Please...
Am I crazy?