Quote #23

“What is beautiful is good, and who is good will soon also be beautiful.”
- Sappho

This is a difficult concept for some to understand, but I think it’s quite simple.

First, there are many things in our life that are beautiful. Obviously, there are some things that some people see as beautiful that aren’t necessarily good in the purest sense of the word. But to me, if something is inherently, naturally, and at its core beautiful, then it is a good thing.

That first part doesn’t baffle too many people, but I can see how it could become a tool for justifying certain bad behaviors.

It’s the second part that I love though, because it is a powerful statement that I have found to be true throughout my short life.

Those who strive to be and do good, even if they are not on the surface an especially attractive person (physically speaking), they will become beautiful. I have seen this happen time and time again. Even my wife, who was never someone I would consider ugly, didn’t attract me physically in the beginning. But she was working hard at being good. Over time, she became beautiful to me. Beauty is, after all, in the eye of the beholder. And I beheld that she was beautiful.

This works for anyone, any time. People around you who notice the good in you will also see beauty. It may not happen immediately, but that beauty will bloom before their eyes as your goodness and its beauty are revealed to them.

Published in: on March 5, 2012 at 9:18 pm  Comments (2)  
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Quote #22

“Nothing astonishes men so much as common sense and plain dealing.”
- Ralph Waldo Emerson

I will have to do something that isn’t Ralph Waldo Emerson next time. The thing is, he’s just got so many good quotes out there, and many of them are among my favorites.

This particular quote is on my mind right now because of something I am currently witnessing between… people I know.

Of course, because this is a free and public Internet, I am going to attempt to be as impartial as I can in relaying the circumstances and how they relate to my quote, but given the topic at hand, I will have no choice but to present one party as having acted favorably in regards to the subject.

Our story begins in a lush, yet remote forest clearing. There, at the edge of the clearing, were three small houses packed tightly next to each other, side by side. The front doors all shared a sidewalk, and the back doors all opened up to a small space for a yard. The middle house had a fence around the backyard space, but the other two did not.

From left to right, in the first house there lived a short Asian man and his wife. They had a small child and a dog. The dog was well-liked by his family, and he took good care of them. He was very protective of his family.

In the middle house there lived a very tall man from England. He and his short wife had two dogs that got along well. The dogs were good friends, and they were both carefree, happy dogs. They didn’t get to run free often, but they enjoyed their fenced-in yard and loved sitting on the couch despite being told not to do it.

Finally, on the far right, there lived a medium sized man with his wife and two children. They tried as hard as they could to be good, quiet neighbors, but the rigors of family life often resulted in a slammed door or a loudly spoken word here or there. The medium sized man and his wife enjoyed the company of the tall man, and had often had pleasant exchanges with the short Asian man’s family.

Perhaps the only potential problem in the small neighborhood existed because of a law set by the town to which the houses belonged. All dogs were required to be on a leash when not contained within a fenced yard. Where the short man came from, dogs were allowed to run free, and his dog was well-behaved. He saw no reason to keep his dog tied up or fenced in. Most of the time the dog was inside the home, but when they went for walks or took the dog out for any other reason, the man never had the dog on a leash.

This didn’t cause problems most of the time, and so the neighbors largely tolerated the behavior. Then, one day, the dog was out alone and the medium sized man’s wife walked too close to the dog. He became startled, and being close to his owner’s properties, he became territorial. He growled at the woman, and this frightened her. She told her husband of the incident, but the husband declared that the dog was simply being protective of his territory. Surely it wasn’t anything to be concerned about.

All three men worked for a large business situated just outside the forest. They each worked slightly different schedules, but often passed each other while going about their duties at work.

One day when all three neighbors were home, the Asian man decided to relax with his dog while listening to his music. There he sat, his dog at his feet and his music drifting gently through the air, soaking in the loveliness of his home and enjoying the relaxation.

Suddenly, his music was drowned out by the sound of his wife cleaning the home. He turned up the volume a little until he could make out the sounds again. Returning to his favorite chair, he closed his eyes and began to relax once more.

Next door, at the tall man’s house, the wife was watching a television show when the sound of the Asian man’s music forced her to turn up the volume.

The Asian man heard the television volume go up next door, and became angry because he could no longer hear his music. So he turned it up.

The tall man heard the music volume go up again, and decided it was just too loud. He couldn’t hear himself thinking over the noise of the music and the television show.

Calmly he knocked on his neighbor’s door and requested that they turn the volume down.

Pride, immaturity, selfishness, and feelings of entitlement seized control of the two men. What might have been a simple compromise or act of tolerance quickly escalated into a war of unheard of proportions in that region. Both parties complained loudly and freely to their friends, family, and coworkers.

The battles raged on for several long weeks before the problem became an issue at their place of employment. Their management had to get involved because the bickering and squabbling became a barrier to effective work output for both men.

A meeting was held, a compromise was thought to have been reached, and the two men begrudgingly shook hands and parted ways.

Several months passed. On a couple of rare occasions the two men had arguments over the dog running free, over volume levels, or over anything else they could manage to argue about. The medium height neighbor on the far right rarely heard anything from either neighbor, and largely presumed the conflict to have ended.

By this time, both the tall and the medium neighbor had experienced several run-ins with the short man’s growling dog. The dog had grown slightly more bold and aggressive, and he often patrolled the sidewalk in front of the three houses as though the entire neighborhood were his. The tall neighbor, of course, brought this to the attention of the short neighbor, but it quickly turned into more bickering. The medium man simply felt that it wasn’t his job to tell a grown man to obey the law. He simply decided to hope that some kind of law enforcement officer would happen to see the dog loose one day. Surely justice would be served then.

The tall man, though, perhaps because of his culture and possibly due to his nature as a man who had a deep sense of personal responsibility and accountability, much preferred knowing that he had done all that he could to resolve problems before they became worse.

Unfortunately, the short man greatly resented being told what to do and how to do it. He was glad for his independence and autonomy, and he had no intention of letting the taller man boss him around.

And so, the squabbling began again.

Now, the tall man had many friends, including the medium sized man and his wife. One evening the tall man invited most of his friends over to his house for a party. They played games, they ate food, and they enjoyed each other’s company late into the night. Occasionally, the party-goers let out exclamations of excitement over events in their games, or their conversation became passionate to the point of loudness. The medium man and his wife were sleeping during the party, having stopped by to say hello earlier in the evening, but retired early to ensure they could get enough rest to deal with their children in the morning.

The noises of the party were not enough to wake or disturb anyone in the house on the right, but on the left the bitter short man decided he had heard enough. He called the law enforcement agency and requested that the party be silenced at once.

This action, of course, angered the tall man, and he also decided he had put up with enough. So he went to the city officials and began to file a request to have the short Asian man evicted from his home.

The tall man was not silent about his actions, of course. He told anyone who would listen. And so once again the management found out about the fighting. And once again meetings were held.

This time the management had also decided they had seen enough. So they appointed a mediator to hear the evidence from both sides and make a decision on what should happen to the two men, how justice should be served, and perhaps even who was at fault.

Clearly both men had exhibited copious amounts of angry behavior ranging from name-calling to noise-making.

Now, we will skip ahead to the end of the hearings before discussing how this relates to the quote.

In the end, the tall man’s actions were nearly entirely ignored. An investigation was launched into one or two comments he had made in anger that could be considered racist, though he may not have intended them to be. By the end of the hearings most observers agreed that it didn’t matter much since he had clearly behaved himself in a more mature and controlled manner.

The short man though was condemned for his actions. He was punished quite severely and many people felt he could have been punished further.

It’s almost hard to believe that the punishment would be handed out so unevenly given that both parties behaved with immaturity and anger. It’s true that the only real law broken was that of the dog being off the leash, but surely all of the bickering between them couldn’t be blamed on just one of them, could it?

What was the difference between the two that decided the difference between their punishments? Common sense and plain dealings.

Long before the formal investigations with the mediator, the tall man decided that he would be straight forward and plain in his dealings with the mediator. He had also been plain in his dealings with the short man, despite the anger that motivated some of his less fortunate actions. And so, he resolved to continue to deal plainly and honestly with the situation, since common sense dictated that he couldn’t be punished if he hadn’t done anything legally wrong.

And so, in the course of the proceedings, the tall man was honest, plain and open about his actions. He admitted to using strong, angry language. He admitted to everything that he did that he felt was wrong.

The short man, on the other hand, took the stance of denying that he had done anything wrong. When asked about his dog, he replied that he had a cat. When shown evidence that he had a dog, he replied that he always kept the dog chained up. When presented with evidence that the dog was often loose, he was caught in his lies. And so it was with everything else. He spun webs and webs of lies attempting to hide his wrongs and paint a picture in which he had been a victim rather than an aggressor and a bickering neighbor. Lies, he discovered, could not hide what he really was.

And so when the lies about his own behavior began to fail, he sought to destroy the tall man with wild accusations. He lied about how noisy the tall man was, he accused the tall man of hating him due to his being Asian, and he did everything he could to discredit the tall man’s position of honesty. But the tall man had been honest, and he had evidence to support his honesty. The lies could not destroy the honesty of the tall man.

The short man was astonished at the tall man’s common sense and at his plain dealings. The mediator was astonished as well, and all involved took note of the virtues of common sense and plain dealings.

May we always practice common sense and deal plainly with our fellow man.

Quote #21

“Men who know the same things are not long the best company for each other.”
- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Many people are afraid of things or people that are different. People can be very intolerant of things they don’t understand or aren’t comfortable with.

Differences are the spice of life. If everything I said and did was exactly like what you know and also do, then you wouldn’t find me worth your time – you spend all of your time around someone who is almost exactly the same.

This idea translates into so many other things in life. People who have the same interests can only talk about those interests for so long. They may feel very comfortable together for a while, but they will not long be the best company for each other.

Similarly, things that we find abhorrent in ourselves, when they appear in others, become even more of a nuisance. The similarities between people may bring them together at first, but they are not the glue that binds us, they are not the spice that flavors our relationships.

I am fascinated by people, and especially people who are different from me. The more different they are, the more interesting I find them.

I find that there are many friendships and relationships in my life that began with a shared interest or two and solidified with the discovery of new and interesting things about the other person. There have also been some relationships that began with so many things in common that it was hard to believe we were two separate people. The fact of the matter is, unless there are differences, relationships of the second type usually go stale much faster than relationships of the first type.

I have made my friends from among the most different people I have found. Different from each other, and different from me. That is why I think we have been such good friends, and that is why I feel that my life is as interesting as it is.

I hope I never meet someone too much like myself, and if I do, please don’t make me spend too much time around him. I’ll get bored.

Published in: on February 28, 2012 at 9:02 pm  Leave a Comment  
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Quote #18

“Never be afraid to laugh at yourself, after all, you could be missing out on the joke of the century.”
- Dame Edna Everage

Some of my favorite wisdom comes from quotes by comedians. Something about understanding the science of humor must make comedians unusually wise. They just seem to really “get” what it means to be alive.

Obviously this is not a universally applicable rule, but I particularly love when comedians make wisdom funny. I suppose my favorite way to deal with life is to make light of it. Sure, there are some things that should be taken seriously, but everything else should be taken as lightly as possible.

It always bothers me when people react to jokes with law suits, violence or threats.

One of my favorite Internet humorists is David Thorne. He often pokes fun at people, sometimes pushing the joke past “the line” with certain individuals. I believe the problem these people have is that they take themselves too seriously.

The existence of these people is a thorn in the side of anyone wishing to make humor in a way that could be considered even remotely offensive. I, myself, have recently come up against this problem while attempting to promote my own work of humorous fiction. I have to keep reminding myself that not everyone will be able to take the jokes for “jokes.”

I think that, most of the time, when people can’t take a joke it is because they are taking it personally. This means that somewhere inside of them they identify with the joke in a way that personalizes it. Even if the joke wasn’t directed at them personally, they take it personally and choose to become offended. That’s when I would say that they are taking themselves too seriously. They should not be afraid to laugh at those things that they identify personally with. By laughing they can participate in the benefits of humor. They can stay happy. By choosing to become offended, not only do they miss the opportunity to feel good, they take an opportunity to become bitter and sometimes even hateful.

I, for one, love making light of as much of life as possible. I believe that even God has a sense of humor. It can make hard times bearable, it can make the sun shine on a cloudy day, and it can make good memories out of any situation. Who would want to trade all of that for living constantly at odds with the world? And, when I’m trying to make someone’s day with a touch of humor, why should I have to live in fear that he’ll take himself too seriously?

This particular instance with my friend Autumn (yes, she’s female) could have turned out ugly:

Lucky for me, most of my friends don’t take themselves too seriously. Now if only that attitude were a little more universal.

Published in: on January 26, 2010 at 4:51 pm  Comments (2)  
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Quote #17

“What we become depends on what we read after all of the professors have finished with us. The greatest university of all is a collection of books.”
- Thomas Carlyle

Books and their relationship to people have been on my mind a lot in the last few hours. I’m consumed with these thoughts, and the only way to free my mind is to type them all out. I’ll get to my feelings on this quote specifically in a moment, but first we have to take a little trip down story lane.

It all started when my daughter (she’ll be two in a few weeks) pointed at a picture of someone and said, “crying.” This has been a theme with her. It’s no exaggeration to say that she is obsessed with the idea of crying. Every time she hears it she perks up and talks about it excitedly. Even when she herself is upset and crying due to hurt feelings or bruised body parts, she says, “I like crying.” She thinks every picture has someone or something crying in it, and she likes crying no matter who is doing the crying and no matter the reason. It’s her passion, I suppose.

Tonight, just before dinner, she mentioned crying again. I turned to my wife and said, “If I ever wrote a book about our daughter’s life, it would be titled, The Whole World is Crying.” My wife laughed, because there really isn’t a better way to sum up the oddly sadistic, slightly hidden side of her character.

We went on to joke a little about what we would title the book about our rambunctious six-year-old. I think I liked, I’m Not Bouncing Off the Walls, They’re Bouncing Off Me” best. The conversation went into remission at that point, but the idea ran wild in my head.

I brought the topic back up later after the books and people comparison had been swirling around in my brain for a while. You see, I’ve always been somewhat fond the idea of people as books, and of the “don’t judge a book by its cover” axiom. This fondness probably stems from my ability to make accurate predictions of traits a person possesses based on my initial observation of their outward appearance and behaviors. Essentially, I view people as books, and I do indeed judge them (initially, at least) by their covers.

However, when I began to wonder about what title I would give to a book about my wife, I couldn’t come up with just one. In fact, I came up with two (off the top of my head).

My wife and I have this running joke that she’s a very intelligent individual, but her communication skills are surprisingly poor at times. I once offered in jest that English must not be her first language, which, in reality, couldn’t be further from the truth. Also, she’s endlessly fascinated with different cultures, social behaviors and world politics, so I titled one of her books, I Love Your Country but I Don’t Speak the Language.

I titled her other hypothetical book, Ear to the Ground with My Eyes Shut. She’s like an old Indian tracker with her ear to the ground listening, able to tell that there are exactly three hundred men, fast approaching, some on horseback, accompanied by one hundred members of her own tribe. However, if she’d open her eyes and look out at the horizon, she’d realize that it’s actually a war, and if she doesn’t move soon, the whole battle will be right on top of her. She might not feel entirely flattered by the idea, but she knows it’s the truth, and it’s one of many things that I love about her.

Its obvious that adults cannot be summed up in the title of just one book. Adults represent a collection of books.

As I transitioned from thinking of book titles to sum up the people in my life to the next phase of my train of thought, this quote about books making up who we are entered my mind. To me, this quote is beautiful because I love to read and learn from the wonderful treasures of knowledge that are stored up in books. My formal education feels petty in comparison to the vast hordes of knowledge I’ve amassed from reading good books. It’s striking to me that, apart from my family relationships and friendships, the only thing I’ve acquired on earth that is of any value to me is my knowledge (something I’ve been well aware of in principle my whole life, but it never really “hit” me in this context).

So books take on this whole new level of meaning in the grand scheme of humanity and life, and my train of thought continued to…

I realized that chewing gum is the most pointless creation ever devised by man, and we’d be a lot better off if it were abolished from the face of the planet. That’s a discussion for another day, though.

Wouldn’t it be beautiful, I decided, if a memorial bookshelf were erected in my honor when I parted this world? It could be filled with all of my favorite books according to a list I maintained while alive. Then, when a friend or family member visited the bookshelf, I could continue to offer them wisdom and knowledge from my favorite volumes. Heck, I could even throw some fiction in there to entertain them. And with my ambitions to write, my memorial bookshelf could feature an entire section of books authored by myself.

The idea warmed my heart.

Then it went a step further. Families could own and maintain a family library. It would be a place to erect these memorial bookshelves. Then you’d have one place to go that would be filled with rows and rows of the books that your fathers and grandfathers loved.

In fact, right now I’m pondering the prospect of sending an email to all of my family members asking them to include a list of about two dozen of their their favorite books in their wills. When they die, I could build beautiful, handcrafted bookshelves in their honor (or find suitable shelves on eBay and have the loved-one’s name engraved on them), and fill them with the books that they loved. Then, when I am wealthy, I could buy a plot of land, build a library, and call it the Haddad Memorial Library. I could appoint a board (similar to a board of trustees) to be caretakers to the library, and charge them with doing everything it takes to ensure the library’s continuous maintenance and operation for all of eternity.

What a legacy that would be! I’m afraid I’m just being fanciful and romantic though. In today’s world it would never catch on.

While my ideas may not catch on, I do feel that I’ve brought up some thought provoking questions that you should ask yourself.

First, if what we become depends on what we read, what are you becoming?

Second, if a book were written about your life, what title could it be given that would offer an at-a-glance look into your personality? If you come up with something witty, intense, horrific, humorous or average, I’d like to hear it! Please leave your book title in the comments (I won’t steal it, I promise).

Finally, if a memorial bookshelf were to be erected for you tomorrow, what books would you want on its shelves?

Published in: on January 21, 2010 at 1:54 am  Comments (1)  
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Quote #13

 

“If there are no stupid questions, then what kind of questions do stupid people ask? Do they get smart just in time to ask questions?”
- Scott Adams

 

This is just fun. What kind of questions do stupid people ask? You might argue that there are no “stupid” people, but you know that there are indeed people who are less intelligent than the elusive “normal” person. For argument’s sake, less than normally smart people are stupid. What kinds of questions do they ask?

Let’s try the new feature from WordPress, polls.

I don’t feel like getting overly philosophical about this, so I’m going to leave it to you to ponder the answer to Scott’s question. This quote is a good one to know though because it is an easy conversation starter, and I hear it makes a formidable pickup line.

As for the wisdom behind this quote (like I promised in the second post), I suppose Mr. Adams may have been pointing out the ridiculous labels we give people and things. Is it really necessary to call a person stupid? Perhaps he may have done something less than intelligent, or he may even do unintelligent things on a regular basis, but that person can learn, even if the only questions they ask are… stupid questions.

Published in: on October 19, 2008 at 2:58 am  Leave a Comment  
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Quote #4

“Too bad that all the people who know how to run the country are busy driving taxicabs and cutting hair.”
- Burns, quoted in Life

 

I enjoy this quote because it feels just as sarcastic as it does genuine and either way it contains a great truth.  It’s hard to say (without any background on the context or intented meaning) whether he was being completely serious, satirical or a mixture of both.

However he intended it to be interpreted (and he probably inteded both the sarcastic and genuine meanings) it has great meaning to me this election.  I have another quote (which I’m sure will come up in the future) that deals with politics and deals with a similar idea, and both quotes express an idea that I believe.  I truly feel that political and government entities have lost touch with the reality of their post in society.

On the serious side of this quote, the people who know what needs to be done in this country, the true voice of America, is caught up in the daily routine.  They go to work, do their jobs and go home.  Nothing great happens to improve the nation, nothing spectacular comes along that changes their life.  Those who would do the best job running this country are to busy trying to get by in life to actually do the job.

Now, I think the heavier meaning (the more significant aspect) of this quote is in the sarcasm.  Think about how easy it is for us, as bystanders and witnesses to all that happens in the government, to criticize our leaders and say we could to better.  Even if the government is out of touch with the reality of our lives, they are doing what they believe to be right (at least some of the time, anyhow) and I like to think they are doing the best they can.

Just like the beer can wielding armchair quarterback yelling at his television set Sunday afternoon, many average Americans (especially in the service industries like taxi drivers and hair stylists) tend to pass their time with their customers discussing issues they know very little about and giving their “professional” opinion about how a particular negotiation might have been handled better, or how a particular bill should have been drafted to more fully benefit the community (meaning, benefit them personally).

Perhaps what Burns was getting at was this: Every one of those political backseat drivers could end their argument by saying, “Of course I could do a better job of running the country, but I’m too busy cutting hair, earning my dollar, to actually do anything about it.”

Published in: on September 13, 2008 at 3:58 pm  Leave a Comment  
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