My Two Cents

I am trying to make myself write. I don’t know why. Because as you can probably tell, I am not a writer.

Words…more words…meaning…more meaning…purpose…I doubt it.

In my youth, as I approached 20, I thought I knew everything. Had all the answer and had the confidence to let you know about it. As I approach 50, I feel that I know nothing. Ya, I now have years of life experiences, that is something. But the more I experience the more I realise that I don’t have the answers, to anythings.

No one wants to listen. We all just want to be right. I include myself in that statement. I just want to be right.

These days so many try to surround themselves with people who think the way they think. “Agree with me or leave” seems to be the mantra. If I do not agree with you. I will label you. I will slap some term that is intended to disrespect you and demote you to something intolerable in mine and my friends eyes. That way I can dismiss and ignore you. It is so much easier then having to listen to you and maybe having to face some hard truths about the things that I believe.

It is good to be challenged. To hear things from another’s viewpoint. We all view things through the prism of our own life experiences.

It is okay to disagree. I love being able to have a deep conversation over a pint or two with an individual or group of individuals that might have different viewpoints then me. We can talk and discuss. Order another round and continue to agree to disagree all the while treating each other with respect and dignity while exploring each others thoughts. Sometimes it changes my view of things, sometimes it doesn’t. But always it leaves me with plenty to think about.

It is good to think. Now I don’t consider myself a great thinker. It is why I try to do silly comedy looking for the laughs, rather then more cerebral comedy. Besides, being serious is way overrated. It is better to have a laugh or two.

Besides, none of this is permanent.