In the rabbit hole that is the Internet, I found myself reading about the life and times of H.G. Wells’ one-time paramour, and mother to his son, Rebecca West. She was a fascinating woman, and left her mark on this world.
In reading the article, something dawned on me that hadn’t before.
At least I don’t think it had.
Why do the collective ‘we’ look to people, mostly famous or notorious, for wisdom?
Why don’t most people trust themselves and listen to their own counsel?
That’s not a rhetorical question, by the way. I’m truly curious.
I ask because I rarely seek counsel.
And, sometimes that’s a bad thing. Especially when I am too close to a situation to see it clearly. Then, I go stumbling blindly along making all sorts of mistakes.
It’s times like that when I wish I had a seeing-eye dog for decision-making.
Do they have those?
And, I rarely offer counsel. Mostly because I haven’t a clue what’s best for you and you and you.
But, also because I will offer counsel based on what’s best for me in that situation.
And that may be in direct opposition to what’s best for you.
I have no idea where I was going with this, as is often the case when I attempt to wax eloquent.
So…umm…here, look at some cute kitties for a while and we can just forget about this conversation.
Ever notice how kittens always seem to be smiling? I think there’s some big cat secret to happiness that we’ve yet to unlock.
And, I think it involves napping.
A whole lot of napping.