I see my grand daughter on the beach and she is doing her silly walk.
She is thirty months old, just a baby and she gets reprimanded, by nana and I am torn in conflict as I am not sure what to say or do.
Nana is adamant regarding her belief and states truth exists in her beliefs and presents her case for a more grown up child. She presents a good case?
I am not convinced and am more confused after her case than I was before.
Now, I question everything; every belief I have and there are those which would say that is my problem.
They would make their case and would leave me, more confused than I was, before the case was made.
The purpose to questioning our beliefs relating to the smaller items, would allow us to eventually question our beliefs relating to the bigger items.
It is my opinion that our most tragic and dire trait, is our unwillingness to consider that our beliefs, may not actually be true.
Who is really to say, for certain whether or not, my grand daughter can do her silly walk?
This question could potentially solicit hundreds of opinions, but I do not want opinions, I want truth.
Ya, my way is painful, but I would rather question everything and not know what to do or say, than to make stuff up or worse, take somebody else’s belief, pass it along and then be on my way.
There are answers to all of our questions. All we have to do is ask for help.
Our beliefs are not who we are. They are not sacred.
I will not sink with my beliefs wrapped around my neck like some sort of life preserver, because my beliefs are not preserving my “LIFE”.
If they were, I would “LIVE” forever.
I will tell my grand daughter: “Papa does not know, you walk any way you want to sweetie!”