"Guilt is the guilty party. If it shows up, send it packing!"
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I want to resurrect the place of "stupid" in our lives. More precisely, I want to raise "stupid" to a place of prominence, put it up there on a pedestal where I think it belongs.
This is what I mean. There is something that goes on in many of our lives for which "stupid" could be a big boon. And, that is guilt! Guilt is stupid, no question about it. But to know this and get rid of the feeling of guilt is another matter. That's where "stupid" comes in.
As we look back at our lives, whether we are 20, 40, 60 or 80 there are many stupid things we have done that may have caused hardship to ourselves or others. Naturally we can rationalize our past behavior in any of these activities by saying we didn't know any better or if we knew then what we know now, etc. Blah. Blah. Blah. All this is true, of course, but it doesn't necessarily get rid of that awful feeling when the mind wanders back to those times or something trips us into remembering our faults or faulty actions.
This is the beauty of "stupid" that I am trying to explain. I say, take the word "stupid" and apply it to all those guilt-ridden memories of the past, distant or otherwise, for surely they were. Then all lumped together, but still open for additions, and with their proper title, place the lot behind your back where you can't see it.
Now here's the best part. Love "stupid!" Love the whole thing with all your heart. Love "stupid" along with all the regret associated with it. Love all that it represents. Put your loving arms around it, if they can reach, and hug "stupid" with all your might.
As you know, love is the great problem-solver. Let it clear the air here. Love the word, love the contents and love the place you have put it, behind you. What relief you will feel!
Love is normally associated with the present or future. Why not have it behind you too? All those stupid things in reality were just a lack of love in the first place, even tough love. So this way it puts things right. It sets things straight. Let love show its stuff and triumph again. This time over guilt. Forrest Gump's mom was right that stupid is as stupid does. In that case we have all been stupid at one time or another, but we don't have to stay that way. Love is the answer, as it always is.
Yep, you gotta' love "stupid!" Not to would really be stupid!
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Sally
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