Intolerance

Against my better judgement and yesterday’s digestive adventures, I’m out in the yard. Down here we’ve had a brief weather change so the humidity is down to a tolerable level. At least for the next couple of days. I’ve been thinking about the recent headlines coming out in Texas and across the South, dealing with abortion, voting restrictions, and the resurging pandemic. I’m pretty damn sure you all know where I stand on each of these subjects so there’s no point in fussing about that. I guess what bothers me the most is the intolerance each of us have towards the other. 

Just because I don’t agree with your political or ethical views, doesn’t mean I hate you. My relationship with my father-in-law is a great example. I love the man, respect him, but seldom do we agree on anything beyond the Atlanta Braves and the kids. I do my damnest to lead by example. I look for the common good in everyone. And do my best to take the time to listen to there views. Often it’s not easy to do, but I’ve gotten pretty at keeping my eye rolls to myself. 
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I’ve been married nearly 35 years and, in that time, I’ve had to make a bunch of compromises. Shouldn’t the same apply to how we treat others and compromising with their point of view? I’m so tired of fussing. I got much bigger problems to tackle at the moment. While your world my deal in absolutes, there’s a whole another world that sees shades of grey. Evolution is a part of the process, if it wasn’t we as a species would have died out long ago. While it’s so easy to hate and overthrow, true prosperity only comes when we lose the intolerance and live together.