The Humanity Gene

It’s funny what I’ve learned in life.  Not at all what I expected, but in the long run I guess it is exactly what I was supposed to learn.

Early on I learned to wave good-bye, to just pick up a hand and flick the fingers back and forth as if chasing away a fly, or some other extraneous thing.  Bye-bye.  No big deal.  The moon will still rise, the stars remain in the sky and the sun comes up whether you can see it behind the clouds or not.

There are constants in the world.  The trick is to find the ones that pertain to me.

Whatever I do to one side has to be done to the other or things don’t equal out, they won’t be balanced.  Except that in reality that seems to take care of itself because what they say is true, for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.   When the world feels skewed: when things seem out of whack, they really are okay.  They have to be okay because that is the way things are.

This place where I am?  These things I do that make me feel good?  These people who are so important to me?  I need to find our common denominator.  What is it that ties us all together?

I used to think that was a flaw, an imperfection in me, something that needed to be fixed or hidden or changed.

But maybe it is my link to the world, the common denominator, the constant that I can put my finger on and follow.  Maybe it is not my fatal flaw.  Maybe it is my destiny.