We Need to Get Rid Of Our Baggage

Now, I must admit, there are those times when every shred of my being feels like it is being stepped on, for many reasons. At those times, I may explode. I can’t implode, I have Crohn’s and I try not to keep anything rattling around inside of me. But those times are few and far between, and I’m always in the process of trying to learn more through reading, and Reflexology, and life’s happenings. I do wonder though, what I would have turned out like if I had grown up with Ozzie and Harriet. Would I be a mass murderer or the Pope? Does it all boil down to Destiny? Is it fate? Is it free choice, and from birth on, we hold the knowledge on what choices to make, good and bad? What the Hell is it?

Does it matter? Shouldn’t we try to do the best we can, and respect each other as we would like to be respected? But what if our parents were loud mouthed, and got drunk and bothered the neighbors? Where, then, do we learn what respect is? Do we know it deep within ourselves, put there by a Higher Power? Does it come from the soul? Do we learn it in school? Do we learn it on the softball team? And then, do our minds have the choice to act like it, or not?

Act like respect. Shouldn’t that come naturally? Did the cavemen respect each other’s space and things? Do the animals in the jungle respect each other’s space and things? Some do, some don’t. Just like humans. The world would be so much better off if everyone would take a look at their baggage, admit it, identify it, list it, and deal with it. There would be less anger and hostility. And that’s never a bad thing.