Today, this week, my word is Caliber:
1. A level of superiority that is usually high:
2. Degree of excellence:
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No, not caliber as in bullets, although that could be fun, too. Have you see those 50 caliber kind? They’re huge! But, I digress.
I hope to be a high caliber person. It’s a goal. I often think that sometimes some people people are just born as high caliber people. They seem to have some innate sense of dignity and honor. Other times, I think that all people have the capacity to be high caliber and that some just choose not to be. Sometimes I think some people are just born broken, other times I think there was an event or circumstance that broke them.
There’s a little riddle my husband likes to use, it goes, “If a man steals a horse, does that make him a horse thief or prove him a horse thief?” Sometimes, watching people ponder this can be as telling as their answer.
High caliber people don’t steal horses.
I have a long way to go. I know this. I don’t know that I’ll ever get there, in fact I probably won’t, because who ever actually achieves that level? But I can try, and I will. Every day is a chance to be who I hope to be, to continue striving.
My future self is depending on me.
Didja ever wonder …
what makes some people think they are morally superior to other people?
I mean, I honestly think it’s a part of the human condition, but I kind of wonder, what makes some people think they know better than other people what’s best for those other people?
On what do they base their authority?
When I was a little girl, there was a little plaque thing in the house, a joke thing – it read, “Those of you who think you know everything annoy the hell out of those of us who do.”
I always laughed, and I never forgot it (obviously, duh! lol) and even at 6 suspected that somehow the words came from me, that they were supposed to come from everyone who read it, because everyone seems to think that way.
And I wondered where that comes from. Aside from human arrogance, I mean. Or, is that the whole of it, human arrogance?
At some point though, don’t people realize that they really don’t know everything? And once you know that, how in the world can you think you know what’s best for someone else? Knowing what’s best for your own bad self is hard enough!
Things that make me go, “hmm.”