Casting Shadows

Tile with text about the rights of others.

This past weekend I shared this text on a tile on one of my Facebook accounts:

Tile with text about the rights of others.

 

Not erotic

I was going to write some erotica for this week’s Wicked Wednesday, but I’m afraid you will have to do it without something erotic and listen to my ramblings. Ever since I saw the above text, it’s been going round and round in my mind. Especially the last two lines. Don’t we all have a right to choose how we live our lives and as long as we don’t hurt anyone else with what we have chosen, it’s okay? Why are their people that think that they can voice their opinions regardless of the feelings of others?

It’s like theirs a shift in the way people interact with each other. Where in the past some opinions would never have been voiced, they now are, even if they really hurt the one in question. It’s like people feel they have the right to hurt others, because they have the right to have an opinion. What has happened to compassion? To empathy? How many people criticize others – voice their opinion – without knowing the full picture? Without even making an effort to learn the facts. Why do people not understand that with an opinion, they can seriously damage others.

Yes, we all have a right to have an opinion, but it’s a choice whether you voice it or not. And, when you voice it, make sure you’re not taking away the right of someone else. The right to live their lives the way they want.

We all come across a lot of people in our lifetimes. Some of those play a significant part in our lives, but others are forgotten very quickly, because it might just be a face in a crowd you have seen while you were shopping or traveling. Maybe you saw the face of the old woman and noticed the lines around her mouth. Or you’ve seen the young man and noticed the shadow of a mustache. Or the old man with the hat. Or the young girl with the polkadot dress. The young couple hugging and kissing in the park. The kid on his skateboard. The cashier at the supermarket. The woman at the counter when you bought your train ticket. All people who were part of your day, but when you lie in bed at night, you cannot even recall their faces, or you might not recall them at all, despite noticing them at the moment. They have cast no shadow in your life – neither positive nor negative.

But, maybe you’ve cast a shadow in theirs. When the old woman smiled at you, did you smile back or did you just turn your head away? What if she really needed the smile? Needed to feel connected to another human being for just a split second? Did you thank the cashier at the supermarket? Or wished her a good day? Did you greet the old man with the hat when he looked at you as he passed by? Stop and think. Did you cast a friendly shadow in someone’s life? Isn’t the idea of having helped to make someone’s day better a much nicer idea of having helped to make someone’s day more miserable. It costs nothing to say good morning, or to say ‘have a good day’ when you have just paid at a cashier. It really costs nothing to be nice, and in the end it makes you feel good too.

I try to be nice, always. ‘Please’ and ‘thank you’, as well as ‘good morning’ or ‘good afternoon’ are words I use a lot. If I walk to the shops and someone comes walking towards me, I greet them. When I ask for something I say ‘please’ or ‘thank you’ when I’m handed something. I try (no one is perfect) to not have an opinion of someone without knowing the full picture. If my opinion of someone was wrong, I admit it. I try to be kind to everyone.

This has a bad side too: I have been disappointed by many people. I always believe in the good of others, and some people have proven that they are not as good as I thought they were. Does this mean that I don’t believe in the good of the next person? No.

Trying to cast a good shadow in someone’s life doesn’t mean that I am friends with everyone. That’s not possible. You cannot have a click with everyone, but you can be friendly and propler to everyone. That cost you nothing.

Where does all of this come from?

I’ve been hurt really bad recently by people who have a totally wrong image of me. It has hurt me more than I show on the surface. I am an easy talker, but there are some things that I lock deep inside me, somewhere in a dark corner of my mind. Those are things I don’t want to (can’t) talk about but I think about it every day. Every day I take a tiny piece of the hurt and try to work on it, try to make it better for myself. If that specific piece hurts too much, I put it back and leave it until another moment, when I feel stronger. Sometimes this is a process of years… I’m hurting, and I hate that I am. I wish I wasn’t, the opinions about me that have been voiced, are so wrong that I don’t even know where to begin to change them. And if I even want to…

© Rebel’s Notes

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13 thoughts on “Casting Shadows

  1. Sending you hugs. I know all throughout history there have been opposing views, but these days, social media puts those in opposition in contact in a new way. With Brexit and Trump it feels like violently different opinions are boiling up on our screens most hours of most days. Hatred and intolerance are so readily available. Its toxicity is taking a toll on us. So I repeat: sending you hugs. May kindness (and kind souls like you) prevail.

    • Marie Rebelle says:

      Thanks for the hugs. You speak very true words here… it’s not just around here that things are bad, but all over the world. Intolerance and hatred… there’s too much of that going around.

  2. Your kindness and compassion – especially when they’re most difficult to give – make you strong. I think that connecting with other people, especially strangers, can be really healing, and it sounds like you could use some healing! Having been on the other side of this for many years – the cashier who’s standing all day, the hostess / server at a restaurant – a kind word or smile goes a LONG way, especially after a day of dealing with customers who take out their frustrations on service employees! To your first point – I think what’s happened to compassion (at least in the US) is that people who have had power for a hundreds of years are finally starting to see a change in the balance of that power and are clutching at it desperately. Compassion is most difficult when you fear loss.

    • Marie Rebelle says:

      Your last sentence made me think about this person hurting me. He lacks compassion, and yes, I am sure he fears loss. Thanks for your comment!

  3. julie says:

    I can so identify with this post. Both in terms of the rant and also the message. People make assumptions about us, they think they know who and what we are. But when they voice those assumptions to others they create a new reality which is often far removed from reality. The world is full of people making those assumptions about us and about others. Most of us are at the same time, carrying out our lives in a perfectly pleasant way, not making assumptions but just being who we are.

    Perhaps the complexity of life. It doesn’t stop us being hurt by the actions of others though. Thinking of you.

    It was your post that inspired me to write mine for this Wicked Wednesday.

  4. Oh so much this. I always try to be nice to people. I am one of those people who ALWAYS calls out thank you to the bus driver when I am getting off. I rarely see anyone else do it. Kinda sad really. I think so many people are wrapped up in themselves, which I do understand, but they have lost the art of connecting with the world around them even if it is only for a moment as you pass through peoples lives.

    I am sorry to hear you are hurting. It is a horrible thing when that happens. I have my own hurt too which I am nursing. It is getting better though. Big hugs to you

    Mollyxxx

    • Marie Rebelle says:

      I am so sorry to hear you are hurting too, luv. I picture us in the corner on a couch at the Radisson, each with a glass of wine and talking about what makes us hurt. Wouldn’t that be lovely? Hugs to you!

      Rebel xox

  5. It doesn’t take much to be pleasant to those we interact with as you say – cashiers, people on the street etc. I live in a small place so whilst I don’t really know everyone, I still know them enough. I always say hi, please, thank you and sometimes there will even be a little conversation.
    I think if more people took a few seconds to be nice the world could be somewhat better, but unfortunately it seems to have become the norm to belittle others, make nasty comments and generally be horrible.
    It makes me sad to think that someone did this to you, you are a lovely kind person. Sometimes I think that makes us more vulnerable to that kind of thing but it would be wrong to become hard and uncaring. The way I tend to deal with this sort of thing is to first figure out if that person’s opinion really matters. Generally I find it doesn’t. The ones who really know me are the important ones.
    I hope you can find a way to deal with how you’re feeling.
    hugs
    x

    • Marie Rebelle says:

      I should indeed just not let him upset me anymore. His opinion doesn’t matter, so I should not let it get to me. He’s mostly out of my life (for now), but it’s almost like I’m going through a mourning process. I need to work through the feelings and then put it behind me.

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