by Terry Plotkin
I can’t help but feel shame for some things I’ve done and haven’t done. Things that are close to me and things that are far away, things that belong to my family, my tribe, my community, my country, my people, my race. I feel shame for things I can control and things I cannot, for people I know and those I have never met. For meager contributions, sins that run deep, stupidity anchoring us in mud, cold wars, Sharia Law, Civil wars, meat eaters, self-righteous vegetarians, homophobia, white people, missionaries, Muslims, Christians, Jews, Hindus too, trivial lives, shabby reforms, intolerance, and too much tolerance, arrogance morphing into hubris, weakness, abuse of animals, poisons on plants, nuclear weapons and waste that never goes away, incivility, obesity, genocide, ignorance of our karma and our place in the universe, agent orange, slavery, bullying, sexism, pollution, elitism and the sense of entitlement that goes with it, ingratitude, Arabs, Israelis, imperialism, Russians, Americans, British, French and yes the Germans, Chinese, Japanese, old Spain, plastic everything, consumerism, materialism, bankruptcy, southerners, jails and who is in them, leftist, evangelists, so-called conservatives, Republicans for sure but Democrats too, and the 10,000 things.
You’d think I, we, all would at least develop a little humility.