The Splendor of the Human Agenda
By Mikhail Aaronov
There is no such thing as the perfect person. So many people want perfect parents when they themselves are far from perfect children. Others desire perfect jobs yet their work is uninspired. Our teachers demand perfection yet they too can be sloppy. Let us stop our quest for perfection in others. Rather let us learn to look inward for perfection before seeking its manifestation elsewhere.
The goal should not be perfection. We should merely work to the best of our abilities, remembering that the art is in the trying.
Let us try to be kinder. Let us try to be friendlier. Let us try to see each person as someone else’s beloved child. Someone whose birth gave great joy and whose passing will for some leave an unfillable gap.
That truck driver is somebody’s Daddy far from home. Wave him on. Let him pass safely. Somewhere there is a loving wife who does not sleep peacefully until he turns the key.
That sales person is trying to earn a living just like you and I. You don’t have to buy, but treat all who ply an honest trade with dignity. Return their calls and hear them out. Theirs is a hard furrow to hoe and without them the world might have been a darker place. Who else would have sold us a light bulb?
Be enchanted more and grumble less. The gift of waking each day midst good health cannot be surpassed by the brightest of jewels. Enjoy your children unashamedly. They are the best high interest loan you will ever get.
Do not envy. Other people’s shoes pinch and those who have borrowed soles are well pleased to return them to their rightful owners.
Salute today and worry less about tomorrow. Read to the blind and talk to the deaf. There but for the luck of the draw go you.
Slander not. Nothing is what it seems and few of us know the full story. Those who stoop low succeed only in toppling themselves. Heed well those who have learned from the school of Life. There are few things less bearable, and nothing less scholarly, than an educated ignoramus.
Whatever your burden, you are not alone. Bear it with courage knowing that which goes around turns around.
Place on the Human Agenda the care of the Earth and the care of the animals. We are their custodians but never their owners.
Protect from confusion and mockery those who do not speak our language. Respect their feelings and aspirations which differ very little from yours. Treat them as you yourself would want to be treated in a land of strangers.
Put compassion back on its throne. Bequeath it to our children’s children least it become extinct. We are temporary and should ensure the permanence of all that is good even if we don’t always succeed in practicing it.
Let us wipe each other’s tears, and help birth smiles. They are the essence of the human condition and inevitably they follow each other as the dawn does the night.
Let us be midwives to compromise. It is a struggling orphan midst the excitement of technology’s children.
The human agenda is the mirror of us all. Tarnish your portion and each sees less. Polish it, and you help renew the secret hopes which we all carry in our hearts.
At the end of the day you are but a modest reflection of all you do, not what others think you do. If you achieve but a modest fraction of what this is about, you will have mustered your fair share of rent for your earthly room.