A glass jar slipped out of my hands and landed smack dab on the ceramic tiles in the kitchen. It exploded. Glass flew. I screamed. This was, of course, at bedtime. A bedtime that I promised my three-year-old i'd handle, which is not the norm when her dd is home. I cleaned it up as quickly as I could, sweeping, then vacuuming, then clorox wiping (to make sure!)
It was clean. But it gave me these whole philosophical thoughts on life, which seem to come at the most random of acts.
Tonight, I was struck by the spreading of the glass, the small pieces and large. If you think of every piece of glass and how it's like your own personal acts in life. How everything you do spreads, be it big or small. Something as little as saying "God Bless You" to someone on a train to something as big as donating furniture to a family getting their own home for the first time (unfortunately not something I have personally done.) Or how some pieces of glass get hidden for months, but will appear at the strangest time, as if it's just been sitting there, in plain sight, forever. That is like a lot of personal acts. You may not think about the effect, or there may not be an outcome, but it's there- good or bad, positively or negatively reacting- and its consequence will appear, as if it has always been there, in plain sight.
I don't have any specific examples in mind, but this is what I thought about while sweeping up glass tonight. How every one of our actions has a reaction from someone else. How we can positively or negatively affect others by the simplest (or grandest) of gestures, and how we just may not ever know what it will be or when the effect will take place. It's crazy, really, when you think of it.
I guess the moral is, if there is a moral, to just be kind. Think of others before you act. Be yourself and let that self be good. I'll stop before I get all righteous, but I think you all get what I mean.
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