Deserve??? Look, I realize the person who wrote this had the best of intentions but no one has more inherent value than anyone else, and no one deserves anything. You can be the greatest human being the world and you can give birth to an incredibly sick child. You can be an amazing parent and raise a drug addict. You can be as honest as the day is long and you’ll still be successfully accused of something horrible you didn’t do. And likewise, money-grubbing jerks can have enjoyable lives and liars can be considered noble people. There is no fairness or deserving in this world, but that’s not even the main point. Kindness isn’t for the person you express it to. I mean, yeah, it’s great they get that benefit, but the point for you to do it is because it feels good for you to express. If you start getting selfish about enjoying your life, and you start getting awareness about where your real joy comes from, then we won’t have many issues in this world. Because happy fulfilled people tend to express a lot of generosity, patience and kindness.
Note: Everyone who posts or shares a quote does so with the very best of intentions. That said, I have created the series of Other Perspectives blog posts in an effort to prevent some of these ideas from entering into people’s consciousness unchallenged. These quotes range from silly to dangerous and—while I intend no offense to their creators—I do use these rebuttals to help define and delineate the larger message I’m attempting to convey in my own work. I do hope you find them helpful in your pursuit of both psychological and spiritual health.
A serious childhood brain injury lead Scott to spend his entire life meditating on the concepts of thought, consciousness, reality and identity. It made others as strange to him as he was to them. When he realized people were confused by their own over-thinking, Scott began teaching others to understand reality. He is currently CBC Radio Active’s Wellness Columnist, as well as a writer, speaker and mindfulness instructor based in Edmonton, AB where he still finds it strange to write about himself in the third person.