Today I muse. Specifically, a little Shakespeare taken from "Much Ado About Nothing" Act III, Scene II - "Every one can master a grief but he that has it”.
So true isn't it? The easiest problems to solve in life are the ones that are not our own. The answer is always blindingly obvious, the sufferer so blatantly ignorant. I wonder if others see me through these eyes as I so often see them through mine.
I appear to be on a temporary leave of absence from solving the world's ills and improving my environment one small situation at a time. I have recently found myself plunked into the middle of a few situations in which at least five months ago I would have sprung to action and not even blinked an eye. I would have chastised, instructed and expected my words to be obeyed to the syllable. Instead I found myself inwardly cringing but outwardly not batting an eye. I knew it was different but I didn't care because it also occurred to me (which sadly perhaps those other times it did not) that those things were not my problem. Lately I've had more than my fair share of problems to sort out.
Maybe this is how it should be, okay, this really is probably how it should be. How many of us have so few problems, or so much experience, that we can really afford to try to solve the woes of others? I carry the grief over my two sons with me in every beat of my heart but I master that grief no more than my heart can willingly skip a beat. Some of the best leaders are those that do so by example. Some of the most important lessons are those than cannot be taught.
So, at least for now I will continue on my journey towards mastering my own grief and let others be. They can master my grief if they choose so long as they don't speak a word of it to me.