Saturday 30 January 2016
‘Reflection’ is a marvellous word. It means to contemplate or give serious consideration to something.
That’s the reason I’m not talking about politics specifically today. You see I have been reflecting, giving consideration to just why I do this, what’s the purpose of it. Where does my political philosophy stem from? The reassurance of what shaped it? That I am being true to it? Sometimes in the daily grind of it all one is apt to disremember the reason, the point, the why of what you do.
Why do I persist when confronted with the abuse the feral nutters (licenced by social media) dish out. The nonsense they spew forth in the absence of considered thought.
Is it all worthwhile? Other writers at The AIMN I feel sure would attest to the time it takes to pull an article together. Kaye Lee for example has an enormous output compounded by the extent of her research. John Kelly’s work on economics is the same.
Many questions arise for the author. Am I being objective or just biased? Is what I have written accurate and fair. Even when you just want to throw shit because you are offended.
So to pause now and then to question oneself is a good thing. I started writing for THE AIMN and Facebook over three years ago and have enjoyed, by my standards at least, great success. I don’t profess any ownership of great knowledge or any self-righteousness.
In fact what I know is only surpassed by what I don’t. I am certainly of the left but believe that in a democracy we should never be foolish enough to believe your opponents should never win.
Central to my life experience is that the left of politics is concerned with people who cannot help themselves. The right is more concerned with those who can.
But central to the purpose of my lingering reflection is also to think about those who take the time, or to put it another way, make us worthy of their time by reading whatever it is our minds dictate to our keyboards.
My piece this week ‘’Only in America’’ even made it onto an American blog and many more thousands of people read it. I was apprehensive as to what Americans might think of my well-intended criticism. In short, the response was heartening. So much so that they became the catalyst for my Saturday reflection.
Another person (a homeless man in Sydney) messaged me to remind me of ‘’how important it was for me to post my work in text form’’ on Facebook because it’s the only way he could get it on his phone and he looked forward to it every day.
Another lady wrote of how much she enjoyed my daily thoughts. When she explained why I felt the reason, the why of what I do.
So in my tarrying I have given the reader of these words my best, my utmost respect in my reflective meditation. My short hesitation is just that. A blip I’ll see you tomorrow.
My thought for the day:
Life is a poem we write ourselves.
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