I read a blog post today that, at first, irritated me. I typed out a comment, pointing out that the article had a sectarian and elitist outlook. Then I stopped myself.
I stopped because I felt it would be useless. I have come to believe that certain thoughts are ingrained in our sub conscious, and any change in opinion can only be brought from within — a realisation, you may say — and not from preaching.
The author had written about not understanding a different culture, and still criticised it as being backward.
I wanted to write that making such assumptions without even understanding why things are the way they are, was not fair, but I stopped myself.
I stopped because I saw myself making assumptions about the author’s motives. I did not know what the author saw that made them make the observations that they did.
I stopped because I was doing that very same thing that I had set out to make ‘right’.
And that is what I learnt today.
That silence isn’t necessarily a bad reaction to negative thoughts. And, perhaps, that’s what we need in today’s hyper-reactive world of 140 characters (or 280), that jumps to conclusions based on partial information, and can’t wait to throw in a comment.
Sometimes, we just need to stop.
This is post #6 in this year’s NaBloPoMo, or as Ra calls it Nano Poblano
NaBloPoMo = National Blog Posting Month = Thirty straight days of blogging