A Jury of one's peers
fiction
Edward w Pritchard
A Jury of one's peer's. For most of us our Jury is convened at an informal social gathering of family, friends and neighbors. Although we don't commit crimes that would send us to the State prison we are Judged and categorized never the less.
When one is a child one competes with others for grades, achievements in sports, piano lessons and other such things. Later one's spouse, the prestige of one's career, the net worth, type of car, or size of the abode are the measuring tape.
Family, friends and neighbors. Your peers. Let us not Judge. Let us accept others as they are. Extend your circle of neighbors and unmet friends beyond the borders of your little world.
Social interaction with one's peers is difficult at times. Behind every quick look a veiled judgment subtly reveals itself.
Be yourself and say your piece when proper. Everyone has something to contribute.
Here is what I wrote before on the subject:
one man against the world
fiction
Edward w Pritchard
They say the ten thousand things interact and to watch for the rebound. Point is now its 100 million things interact. Who can tell how things will rebound and bounce now? Complexity rules even the realm of chaos.
One man clapping his hands and singing, raging against the world. Some strum a guitar, some compose verses. In time he becomes hoarse. He realizes it's the same things over and over and it has all been done before. Betrayal by a friend, the laws delay, injustice on a small personal level. Write it down it's ignored, sing it out no one listens.
What does it all mean? In time we realize it's true, it's true; there is nothing new under the sun, vanity, all is vanity.
If only things were simple again. If only there were do overs. While we regret and rehash time accelerates. Children are grown and struggle with life's complexities and injustices and we watch and try not to spoil things by making cynical comments; like the Preacher in Ecclesiastes, vanity, vanity all is vanity.
A wise man keeps quiet unless asked or if he must speak out he writes it down. It means nothing but it's noted for the record. There is no payment, no satisfaction and no gratitude but the record has been properly noted.
it's never too late to get with the program
fiction
Edward w Pritchard
It's ridiculous, true, but I figure it's never to late to get with the program. Me a sixty two year old man about to find and wear a tie dyed jacket.
In protest against the world's sorry condition this week I am going to search the charity thrift stores for a tie dyed jacket for myself to wear as a silent protest against the impending wars and violence breaking out throughout the world.
On top of that thousands of children are storming the border between Mexico and Texas. I honestly don't know how to react to that. Is it like the barbarians in 406AD crossing the frozen Rhine, harbingering of the fall of the Roman empire? Or is it a ploy cooked up by the parties in power here in America to take our mind off a sea of other troubles in our Country?..
Me I am going to put on a tie dyed jacket and return to the confidence and optimism of youth in the 1960's. Like another tie dyed wearing hippy said, " I remember days when it was raining daisies." [1]
1- John Sebastian- " she's a lady"
Sunday, November 9, 2014
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