January 27, 2021
January 27, 2021 AllisonM



Postive Action.



That is the phrase I wrote down. Positive action. I’m not sure what it means, other than in relation to its opposite, negative action. This leads me to think about whether we consider all of the actions we take as positive. If we don’t — if we know that our actions are not positive, why would we allow ourselves to take them? 


Seems so simple when I see it lying there on the page.


Of course, we would never do anything that we know is downright negative, right? But oh, how we do know that we do, and all the time. We’ve gotten used to tamping down or even ignoring ourselves, the true, humble selves that want us to take only positive actions and do good things for ourselves and others. We’ve gotten used to letting our egos rule and letting the devil on the shoulder sometimes drown out the angel on the other. Humankind has been turning this question over since day one, I suppose. Why do I cut off my nose to spite my face? I looked it up and found an article on Psychology Today. It says, basically, that we wouldn’t do things we know are not positive had we not learned how. Hmm. Not sure about that one in every instance. One cannot blame all of one’s crappy tendencies on modeling. Maybe we gain permission to indulge them by watching others do so, but we all embody both virtue and vice from our first breaths. 


I’m starting to believe that the answer to every question is yes and no, that the real answers lie in the liminal space between what can be defined with certainty. That is hard to swallow. I like knowing. I like for there to be, at least here and there, absolute truths. Maybe the only thing that can be absolutely true is love.


Sending mine, and wishes for peace, to you.